Night Ride Across The Caucasus

Author: Lola / Etiquetas:

Me quedé fascinada con la autobiografía de Murat Yagan, "I Come From Behind Kaf Mountain". En ella narra su iniciación en el mundo del sufismo a través del entrenamiento ecuestre en una parte remota y montañosa del Cáucaso. Esto me condujo a una exploración más profunda de ciertos sentimientos sufis. "La música y el canto no pueden producir en un corazón lo que no existe en él".





Ride on through the night tide on
Ride on through the night tide on

There are visions, there are memories
There are echoes of thundering hooves
There are fires, there is laughter
There's the sound of a thousand doves

In the velvet of the darkness
By the silhouette of silent trees
they are watching waiting
They are witnessing life's mysteries

Cascading stars on the slumbering hills
They are dancing as far as the sea
Riding o'er the land, you can feel its gentle hand
Leading on to its destiny

Take me with you on this journey
Where the boundaries of time are now tossed
In cathedrals of the forest
In the words of the tongues now lost

Find the answers, ask the questions
Find the roots of an ancient tree
Take me dancing, take me singing
I'll ride on till the moon meets the sea