Кельтские баллады Снег

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Track list:

0:00 -- Prophecy
5:34 -- Song of Brotherhood
8:07 -- Land of the Free
12:30 -- Legend
16:17 -- A Celtic Lore
19:36 -- Gaelic Earth
21:43 -- Cliffs of Moher
24:40 -- Fear no Darkness
27:44 -- Crann Na Beatha
31:47 -- Ode to the Fallen
36:26 -- Wolf Blood
39:31 -- Myth
41:54 -- Breath of the Forest
44:54 -- Welcome Home
48:32 -- Evocation
51:20 -- Kingdom of Bards
55:47 -- Circle of Life
59:17 -- Fairy Forest
1:01:52 -- Where I Belong
1:06:01 -- Spirits of the Wild
1:08:36 -- Ride
1:12:10 -- Beautiful Dreams
1:15:46 -- Dance with the Trees
1:19:00 -- Rune Magic
1:21:50 -- A Celtic Tale
1:25:24 -- Child of the Highlands
1:27:38 -- For the King
1:31:07 -- Wild Flower
1:34:19 -- Callirus
1:36:40 -- Dreamtide
1:42:12 -- Spring Charm

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Everyone is free to use my music if credits are given. Exceptions are if you want to use my music in something with commercial purpose because you can get into trouble with GEMA if there is no written permission from me, it already happened several times and people even got sued by GEMA without even my knowledge. So that's why you MUST request a written permission from me if your project is commercial, for your own safety. But as far as YouTube goes you can use my music for free even if you monetize your videos, just give credits and you can use any song you want. =)

© All music composed by Adrian von Ziegler.

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Исполнитель: Кельтские баллады

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Дата добавления: 2016-09-07

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White are the far-off plains, and white
The fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height,
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and tree,
Falls down scarce audibly.

The road before me smooths and fills
Apace, and all about
The fences dwindle, and the hills
Are blotted slowly out;
The naked trees loom spectrally
Into the dim white sky.

The meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound;
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me round;
In wood and water, earth and air,
A silence everywhere.

Save when at lonely intervals
Some farmer's sleigh, urged on,
With rustling runners and sharp bells,
Swings by me and is gone;
Or from the empty waste I hear
A sound remote and clear;

The barking of a dog, or call
To cattle, sharply pealed,
Borne echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far afield;

Then all is silent and the snow falls
Settling soft and slow
The evening deepens and the grey
Folds closer earth and sky
The world seems shrouded, far away.

Its noises sleep, and I secret as
Yon buried streams plod dumbly on and dream.