Piano Sonata No. 7 ("White Mass"), Op. 64

de Alexander Scriabin

Give me words noone yet spoken
Give me thoughts noone yet thought
Give me reasons never dreamed of
Give me laws I will never break

The sweet life, we always had heard of
The sweet life, like wine from jerefa
The sweet life, we always had heard of
The sweet life, we always had heard of

Give me words noone yet spoken
Give me thoughts noone yet thought
Give me reasons never dreamed of
Give me laws I will never break
Take this song it is still unsung
Take this face it is untouched
Take this bread noone had eaten
Take these lips they are unkissed

The sweet life, we always had heard of
The sweet life, like wine from jerefa
The sweet life, we always had heard of
The sweet life, we always had heard of

Face this life noone had lived
Face this death it is still undead
Face thise morning it is still sleeping
Face the evening how it is creeping
Eat your words and apologize
On your knees and close your eyes
Illuminate your soul with happiness
Dedicate your life to tenderness

The sweet life, we always had heard of
The sweet life, like wine from jerefa
The sweet life, we always had heard of
The sweet life, we always had heard of

Give me words
Take this song

The sweet life

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