Текст пісні Sleep - Eric Whitacre

Sleep

The evening hangs beneath the moon, a silver thread on darkened dune.
With closing eyes and resting head; I know that sleep is coming soon.
Upon my pillow, safe in bed, a thousand pictures fill my head, I cannot sleep,
my mids aflight; and yet my limbs seems made of lead.
Simultaneous Split:
(SAT) If there are noises in the night, a frightening shadow, Flickerering
light;
(B) If there are noises in the night, in the night
Then I surrender unto sleep, where cloads of dream give second sight.
What dreams may come, both dark and deep--
Simultaneous Split:
(SA) of flying wings and soaring leap?
-As I surrender unto sleep.-
Repeat 3x
(TB) -dark and deep-
Repeat 3x
…dark, unto sleep
-Sleep-
Repeat at least 10x