3) Sirius is a French sound engineer, producer, director and rapper.
4) Very successful dance project in 1994 from together musician of legendary Еx "Technotronic" performer "MC Eric" and UK establish dance producer.
Sidereal Mirror
Sirius Lyrics
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Hither do we not belong... Alas, they forsaken energy springs into radial reflections which in me reassemble whole of essence for which my soul thirsts... My sidereal mirror from where the stars arose.
Yet far can I sense thy hand, such is the power of your presence! Whose voice, this of the leading silence?And what face portrayeth behind the veil? Whence dost it call? Thy bewildering song? Such beauty, dost not hither belong...
Once I gazed at thee, in the river of hope...But this, the reflection of thy thoughts in mine, was but the flow of the waters, of despair.
The opening line of the song "The hand of oblivion stretches at me" sets a dark and ominous tone, suggesting that the singer is confronting a force beyond their control. The idea of "oblivion" suggests a total erasure, and the following line asking "What worlds lie beyond the abyss?" adds to the sense of foreboding. The singer is then addressed by an unknown entity, as they are asked "Whither dost thy stare take me for so long?" This line suggests that the singer is compelled by some force beyond their comprehension, staring into the abyss perhaps, and that the entity speaking to them has noticed this gaze.
The lines "Alas, they forsaken energy springs into radial reflections" suggest that the singer is experiencing a moment of clarity or revelation. They are able to see an "essence" that their soul has been thirsting for, and it is being reassembled through these "radial reflections." It's unclear what this essence is, or what the reflections are, but they seem to be otherworldly in nature. The following lines ask a series of questions about the entity that is addressing the singer, and the beauty that it embodies. But the final lines of the stanza suggest a sense of disappointment or disillusionment, as the singer looks into a river of hope and sees only reflections of despair.
Line by Line Meaning
The hand of oblivion stretches at me.
I feel like I am being threatened by something that wants to erase me completely.
What worlds lie beyond the abyss?
I wonder what exists beyond the point of no return.
Whither dost thy stare take me for so long?
Why are you looking at me like that, as if you want to take me somewhere far away from here?
Hither do we not belong...
We do not fit in with this world or the people in it.
Alas, they forsaken energy springs into radial reflections which in me reassemble whole of essence for which my soul thirsts...
Unfortunately, the abandoned power that used to be present spawns patterns that reform within me, making me crave the essence I was missing.
My sidereal mirror from where the stars arose.
My reflection gives birth to the stars that light up the infinite universe.
Yet far can I sense thy hand, such is the power of your presence!
I can feel your influence from a distance because your presence is so strong.
Whose voice, this of the leading silence?
Who is speaking to me in this absence of sound?
And what face portrayeth behind the veil?
Who is hiding behind the curtain, that obscures the identity of the artist?
Whence dost it call? Thy bewildering song?
From where is the cryptic voice that sings to me coming from?
Such beauty, dost not hither belong...
This kind of beauty cannot possibly exist in this world.
Once I gazed at thee, in the river of hope...
I used to look at you hopefully, searching for something better.
But this, the reflection of thy thoughts in mine, was but the flow of the waters, of despair.
However, the image of your thoughts that I saw in myself was just the stream of sorrow that feeds the river of hopelessness.
Contributed by Wyatt S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Arif Muliawan
The hand of oblivion stretches at me.
What worlds lie beyond the abyss?
Whither dost thy stare take me for so long?
Hither do we not belong...
Alas, they forsaken energy springs into radial reflections
which in me reassemble whole of essence for which my soul thirsts...
My sidereal mirror from where the stars arose.
Yet far can I sense thy hand, such is the power of your presence!
Whose voice, this of the leading silence?
And what face portrayeth behind the veil?
Whence dost it call?
Thy bewildering song?
Such beauty, dost not hither belong...
Once I gazed at thee, in the river of hope...
But this, the reflection of thy thoughts in mine,
was but the flow of the waters, of despair.