Bruckner Symphony 2. Victory with Radiant Yourself

Imagine you communicate... with you!
That there is a radiant creature before you,
It knows everything about you in abundance,
And knows all your dreams and all shortcomings.

And you will smile! - there is nothing to say,
Except the radiant - about the best!
And violent Bruckner, army of great sounds,
And suddenly it's calm - in friendly cuddles.

You melt from this communion with yourself,
From such precise and mutual understanding,
And wings grow behind your back - so well
Such a rare winged consciousness is rising!

A steppe of other harmonies is here,
Brings out unusualness of dissonances
To some unknown door, where everything
is possible, must come true superpowers!

Such persuasiveness of sounding is there,
And Premonition of the ninth, its final,
As if God knocked directly at your vital.
Or maybe it is He - your winged friend?

And in the mirror that you see - is He!?
What a graceful conviction of salvation,
And through the thorns of struggle, the fire of sins -
You come with pleasure - to purification!

There is such contemplation of yourself!
white-cloudy and soft like in the mirror,
You enter in a New creation - where
You are reborn yourself so suddenly.

And because genius is novelty!
It's Partial, universal in the partial,
And this interconnection - shown to me
Again by Bruckner excellently, right off.

It's Victory without external pressure,
In combination with Victorious!
Two wills are merged - in your hand moment goes,
And Love from notes - like the Sun - has no measure!


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