Потрясен новым альбомом ERA - the Mass...

Home is the sailor, home from sea.
And a hunter home from the hill…
Стивенсон. «Реквием»

У каждого человека должен быть дом. Не кирпичная коробка 3х8 со всеми удобствами. Нет, это всего лишь жилище, не более. Я имею в виду Дом. Дом, т.е. то место, куда хочется вернуться.
Я провожу рукой по весящему на стене мечу: шершавая поверхность рукояти просится в руку… но нет… один день, да что там – восемь часов – мало, ужасненько мало. Пусть весит, в следующий раз… Рыскую по ящикам в поисках вечно пропадающих кубиков…, упс, в смысле дайсов… хммм, помнится их было больше. Останавливаю взгляд на ворохе листов формата А4, густо исписанных моим с позволения сказать почерком (увы каллиграфия не мой конек). Шесть сценариев… давненько, правда, ох, давненько я не водил, ну да ладно как говорится, будем посмотреть… Впрочем, я Мастер - выкручусь... Сгребаю со стола колоду карт… ха, забавно будет посмотреть как Капон отреагирует на парочку новых трюков в моем репертуаре… С сожалением откладываю трубку – вечерняя сказка мне не светит – завтра практика. Но ведь пока еще сегодня…
Я уезжаю? Нет, дорогой дневник, я возвращаюсь Домой…

They came for him one winter's night
Arrested, he was bound
They said there'd been a robbery
His pistol had been found

They marched him to the station house
He waited till the dawn
And as they led him to the dock
He knew that he'd been wronged
You stand accused of robbery
He heard the bailiff say
He knew without an alibi
Tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom

Over the hills and far away
For ten long years he'll count the days
Over the mountains and the seas
A prisoner's life for him there'll be

He knew that it would cost him deer
But yet he dare not say
Just where he had been that fateful night
A secret it must stay
He had to fight back tears of rage
His heart beat like a drum
For with the wife of his best friend
He'd spent his final night of freedom

Over the hills and far away
He swears he will return one day
Far from the mountains and the seas
Back in her arms again he'll be
Over the hills and far away

Each night within his prison cell
He looks out through the bars
He reads the letters that she wrote
One day he'll know the taste of freedom

Over the hills and far away
She prays he will return one day
As sure as the rivers reach the seas
Back in his arms again she'll be

Over the hills and far away
He swears he will return one day
As sure as the river reach the sea
Back in his arms is where she'll be

Over the hills and far away
She prays he will return one day
As sure as the rivers reach the seas
Back in her arms is where he'll be

Over the hills
Over the hills and far away

Over the hills
Over the hills and far away

(c) Nightwish - Over the hills & far away