Verdun

Dream of the Black Horse (Barnard/trad. © 2004 Neverdun Music, ASCAP) As our chains fall dreaming Bells of copper, black and quiet Broken bits of cold steel In this silence As our chains fall dreaming Winds through my heart Tear the sky, and reins break free All around me Lie signs of a traitor's field Bells of copper, black and quiet Broken bits of cold steel
Khớp con ngựa, ngựa ô Khớp con ngựa, ngựa ô Ngựa ô ăn khớp Ăn khớp cái kiệu vàng Anh tra khớp bạc Lục lạc đồng đen Bông sen lá dậm Dây cương anh nhuộm thắm Cán roi anh bịt đồng thòa Rằng a í a, đưa nàng Anh đưa nàng về dinh Rằng a í a, đưa nàng Anh đưa nàng về dinh	Harness the black horse Harness the black horse Let's harness that black horse With a gold-guilded cart Rein it with silver bits and black copper bells Charmed with lotus carvings Dye the string red Stud the whip with brass copper Now, I'm ready To take my lady home to the palace Now, I'm ready To take my lady home to the palace
In this silence Of lost and empty dreams Gates of iron and silver Open wide for you and me

Page of Swords (Barnard © 2004 Neverdun Music, ASCAP) My love Here's your fate Page of Swords-and Then the Ace While you're dreaming Cold rains fall Stars protect you Guide you on

Song to a Sparrow (Barnard © 2004 Neverdun Music, ASCAP) Softly as sunlight Calls the morning sky A tiny raindrop A tear from heaven Today you opened your eyes Worlds forever change Wherever winds lead you On their way to nowhere May your heart always be light Angels' wings Take you over mountains May your dreams Reach through the sky Just before morning No turning back my friend May winds be gentle May rains be gentle When the air takes you Come back safely again

April (Barnard © 2004 Neverdun Music, ASCAP)
Once more, rains fall Từ trời cao, mưa rơi đều... những bông hoa tuyết tan dần	from the heavens, once more snow melts
Once more, spring calls Nụ xanh nảy mầm...bầy chim tíu tít trên cành	to flowers, to birds
Stones lie waiting Nằm chờ trên mặt đá...giọt sương buồn bã bay đi	Mist ascends again
When black swans fly Hàng cây héo hắt dưới ánh mặt trời	trees wither under the sun.
Love’s last hope dies Gió thôi bay... và mưa bỗng ngừng rơi...	without wind, without rain

Nightfall (Barnard © 2004 Neverdun Music, ASCAP)
In the side Phía xa xa Phía xa xa bên kia ngọn núi đầy hoa thơm cỏ dại	In the side of a mountain all covered in flowers
Angels hide Chấn thiên thai Đó đây thiên sứ ẩn hiện hát ca cùng chim muôn gió ngàn	Angels hide among sparrows and bees, an ear to the wind
Arrows fly Tiếng tên bay lạc Có tiếng tên bay lạc xuyên qua khu rừng, tiếng nhánh cây lìa cành	Arrows fly in the trees, branches fall
On the water Bướm tung tăng Đàn bướm tung tăng nhảy múa trên những cánh sen	On the waterlilies, butterflies jump and play
Night falls Lắng tai nghe Khi màn đêm buông xuống, khúc tình ca cất lời ân ái	They eavesdrop on love songs
In the moonlight Gío lâng lâng đùa Ngọn gió đùa đuổi theo ánh trăng mê hoặc...	And in the moonlight, the wind lures them away
In your dreams Giấc mơ tiên Trong giấc mơ thời gian như quay cuồng, khắc khoảI	Crazy times that whirl and dive, desperate for air
Have you seen Bóng liêu trai Mơ hồ hơi thở của nàng như vẫn còn mơn man	Have you seen your caresses repeating over and over and over?
Waking Bước chơi vơi Bước chân nàng như làn gió, nhè nhẹ đến bên ta	Softly, come to me.

Forty-Seven (Barnard © 2004 Neverdun Music, ASCAP)

Fate (Barnard © 2004 Neverdun Music, ASCAP) There it is. There it is. The way you looked at me. There it is. The night set free just one, One small ray of light You kissed me. Les jeux sont faits, jeux sont faits. There it is. Everything we believed. There it is. Dying leaves turn to words and fear to love, fear into love. Les jeux, jeux sont faits, jeux sont faits. There it is. Your hand in mine. My love, close your eyes. And let dreams turn to words, and fear to love, fear into love. Les jeux, jeux sont faits, jeux sont fait. Words whispered in haste Words of God All swept away. Forever burned on Heaven's face One grain of sand Slowly, accepting fate There it is. So many words, so many lies. There it is. Is everyone blind? Lighthearted madmen, smiling, bury their dead. Les jeux, jeux sont faits, jeux sont faits. There it is. A break in the sky. My love, Orion has died. Night falls weary. Its fingers part; out of the dark, fall with me. Les jeux sont faits.