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Roses

by Echonia

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1.
Sweet 01:07
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Entrance 01:18
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Dream 01:06
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Rose 00:38
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Wake Up 01:00
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Relief 01:00
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Night I 00:56
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Night II 01:04
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Night III 01:04
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Night IV 01:07
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Night V 01:12
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Mignon 02:31
Do you know the land where the lemon-trees grow, In darkened leaves the gold-oranges glow, A soft wind blows from the pure blue sky, The myrtle stands mute, and the bay tree high? Do you know it well? It’s there I’d be gone, To be there with you, O, my beloved one! Do you know the house? It has columns and beams, There are glittering rooms, the hallway gleams, Are those figures of marble looking at me? What have they done, child of misery? Do you know it well? It’s there I’d be gone, To be there, with you, O my true guardian! Do you know the clouded mountain mass? The mule picks its way through the misted pass, And dragons in caves raise their ancient brood, And the cliffs are polished, smooth, by the flood; Do you know it well? It’s there I would be gone! It’s there our way leads! Father, we must go on! Original poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Time 01:18
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Day I 01:05
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Day II 00:58
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Day III 01:05
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Day IV 01:03
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Day V 01:02
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Day VI 01:02
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A lad he saw a rose-bush growing, Rose-bush on the moor, Young and lovely as the morning, Quick he ran to see it glowing, With delight he saw. Rose-bush, rose-bush, rose-bush red, Rose-bush on the moor. Said the lad: I’ll pick your bloom, Rose-bush on the moor! Said the rose: ‘Ah, I’ll prick you, So you will remember true, I’ll let you do no more. Rose-bush, rose-bush, rose-bush red, Rose-bush on the moor. Then her bloom the cruel lad picked, The rose-bush on the moor: To protect herself she pricked, Cried, sighed, in vain, but quickly Could defend no more. Rose-bush, rose-bush, rose-bush red, Rose-bush on the moor. Original poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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Recorded 2020-2021

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released March 1, 2021

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Echonia Poland

An intimate journey, meditating around the subjects of human experience as well as nature, which are inherently intertwined.

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