Track Insight / Lyrics
A slow canal, a whispered plea,
From Baltic depths, a memory.
Resin heart, a golden tear,
Centuries held, now drawing near.
I am the amber, cool and slow,
Born of forests, long ago.
Polished by currents, soft and deep,
Secrets of Gdańsk, I quietly keep.
Workshops echo, a gentle hum,
Hands that shaped me, one by one.
Golden witness to the tide,
Where history and heartache hide.
Canal stones remember the trade,
A warm, slow glow, a life displayed.
Amber dreams in the northern light,
Lost in time, burning ever bright.
Cobblestone streets, a misty grace,
Faces flicker, time and space.
The master craftsman, patient hand,
Turning rough stone, at my command.
Each careful cut, a story told,
Of Baltic winds and winters cold.
Golden witness to the tide,
Where history and heartache hide.
Canal stones remember the trade,
A warm, slow glow, a life displayed.
Amber dreams in the northern light,
Lost in time, burning ever bright.
I've felt the press of hopeful eyes,
Seeking fortune in disguise.
Traded for silver, silk, and wine,
A golden promise, truly divine.
Lost sailors' touch, a lover's vow,
Whispers remain, even now.
Golden witness to the tide,
Where history and heartache hide.
Canal stones remember the trade,
A warm, slow glow, a life displayed.
Amber dreams in the northern light,
Lost in time, burning ever bright.
The war came crashing, dark and gray,
Washing the old world away.
Workshops silenced, shadows fell,
A city's sorrow, I knew so well.
Broken fragments, scattered wide,
Pieces of a life, cast aside.
Now gentle fingers find my form,
Restoring beauty, weathering the storm.
A modern touch, a loving gaze,
Reflecting sunlight, through the haze.
I live again, a golden art,
A beating pulse, within the heart.
From ancient pine, a sunlit grace,
To polished treasure, time and place.
I hold the ghosts of Gdansk within,
A silent story, where life begins.
A golden tear, a fragile plea,
Remember me, remember me.
Golden witness to the tide,
Where history and heartache hide.
Canal stones remember the trade,
A warm, slow glow, a life displayed.
Amber dreams in the northern light,
Lost in time, burning ever bright.
Slow canal, a fading gleam,
A golden echo, a silent dream.
Amber whispers, soft and low,
Gdansk remembers, long ago.
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