Two shadows drawn by the unknown
One feeds the dark — one’s cold to bone
Same shattered peak above the storm
Different paths where minds go numb
Granite teeth beneath my hands
Cliffside grins in jagged lines
Carabiners sing on steel
Frozen fingers — no more feel
Cracks run deep — my last cam set
Breathing tight with rising threat
Belay loop takes all my weight
Air is thinning in my brain
Harness bites — I take the load
Halfway up — the void below
Locked in place on sling and rope
Breathing thin — I start to choke
Tunnel vision takes the sight
Edges blur in fading white
Heartbeat pounds against the stone
Wind like static in my bones
I stand alone where silence grows
Stormlight flickers — no sunlight
Clouds devour the dying day
Every color fades to grey
Rock is cold beneath my feet
Pulse and thunder start to meet
Did I climb to feel control?
Or just to feel something at all?
Cling to the edge of the end of the world
Where silence screams and storms are hurled
Two distant hearts on separate sides
One summit where the darkness hides
Lightning splits the ancient crown
Thunder hammers the mountain down
Shattered rock begins to rain
Sky ignites in searing pain
Wind erupts along the face
Rope goes taut — I lose my pace
Every anchor starts to groan
Loose rock starts to fall below
Fingers claw the summit line
Tunnel sight — the end in mind
Grip the edge through blood and ice
One last move — no second try
Muscles fail — I drag the weight
Over stone — I haul my weight
Chest to ground — I barely breathe
Nothing left — but still I breathe
Through the glare I see a face
Hands emerge in fractured grace
Eyes half-closed in ashen grey
Fighting just to stay awake
He collapses by the rim
Breath is cold — the world is dim
I pull him close against the storm
Shield his shaking, broken form
You gave your strength to find me here
Through the storm — through doubt and fear
Stay with me — just breathe somehow
Don’t let silence take you now
Cling to the edge of the end of the world
Where silence screams and storms are hurled
Two beating hearts on separate sides
One summit where our fate collides
Clouds begin to break apart
Sunlight spills through shattered dark
Through the grey — a single ray
Burns the stormlight far away
In that glow his eyes awake
Breath returns with every shake
Lips meet slow in warming light
Safe beyond the storm’s last bite
Two shadows drawn by the unknown
One feeds the dark — one’s cold to bone
Same shattered peak above the storm
Different paths where minds go numb
Granite teeth beneath my hands
Cliffside grins in jagged lines
Carabiners sing on steel
Frozen fingers — no more feel
Cracks run deep — my last cam set
Breathing tight with rising threat
Belay loop takes all my weight
Air is thinning in my brain
Harness bites — I take the load
Halfway up — the void below
Locked in place on sling and rope
Breathing thin — I start to choke
Tunnel vision takes the sight
Edges blur in fading white
Heartbeat pounds against the stone
Wind like static in my bones
I stand alone where silence grows
Stormlight flickers — no sunlight
Clouds devour the dying day
Every color fades to grey
Rock is cold beneath my feet
Pulse and thunder start to meet
Did I climb to feel control?
Or just to feel something at all?
Cling to the edge of the end of the world
Where silence screams and storms are hurled
Two distant hearts on separate sides
One summit where the darkness hides
Lightning splits the ancient crown
Thunder hammers the mountain down
Shattered rock begins to rain
Sky ignites in searing pain
Wind erupts along the face
Rope goes taut — I lose my pace
Every anchor starts to groan
Loose rock starts to fall below
Fingers claw the summit line
Tunnel sight — the end in mind
Grip the edge through blood and ice
One last move — no second try
Muscles fail — I drag the weight
Over stone — I haul my weight
Chest to ground — I barely breathe
Nothing left — but still I breathe
Through the glare I see a face
Hands emerge in fractured grace
Eyes half-closed in ashen grey
Fighting just to stay awake
He collapses by the rim
Breath is cold — the world is dim
I pull him close against the storm
Shield his shaking, broken form
You gave your strength to find me here
Through the storm — through doubt and fear
Stay with me — just breathe somehow
Don’t let silence take you now
Cling to the edge of the end of the world
Where silence screams and storms are hurled
Two beating hearts on separate sides
One summit where our fate collides
Clouds begin to break apart
Sunlight spills through shattered dark
Through the grey — a single ray
Burns the stormlight far away
In that glow his eyes awake
Breath returns with every shake
Lips meet slow in warming light
Safe beyond the storm’s last bite
[verse]
In Ireland roads are rarely straight,
They twist and turn, adjust to fate.
A fairy tree stood firm and proud –
The builders simply went around!
[verse]
But driving 'round that fairy shrine,
You might just miss the road's thin line.
And if you land in ditch so deep –
Rejoice! Your luck is on a sweep!
[Chorus]
With Aran knit and woolly charm,
A twisty road brings you no harm.
Just greet the tree, and nod with grace –
There’s fairy luck in every place!
[verse]
The Irish folk will always stop,
Be it hill or forest top.
They’ll pull you out with rope or charm,
And cheer you up with country charm.
[verse]
And ditches here, they’re rarely seen,
Like lilac’s leaf that shows up clean –
The fifth one, rare, a lucky sign,
So falling in? That's fate divine!
[Chorus]
With Aran knit and woolly charm,
A twisty road brings you no harm.
Just greet the tree, and nod with grace –
There’s fairy luck in every place!
[verse]
If you’ve found the ditch — the lucky kind,
With lilac's charm so hard to find —
Then head on down to the local pub,
You'll hear the news and maybe a job!
[verse]
But if you wear an Aran knit,
With every swirl and woven bit –
That’s your business card, no lie!
The doors will open, far and wide!
[Chorus]
With Aran knit and woolly charm,
A twisty road brings you no harm.
Just greet the tree, and nod with grace –
There’s fairy luck in every place!
[verse]
Invited in, then fed and cheered,
In every pub once thought austere.
With wool, good luck and Irish smile –
It’s easy staying for a while!
[verse]
But if you missed that lucky ditch,
And didn’t feel the fairy switch –
Then all I say, with fond display:
“Slán abhaile” – be on your way!
[Verse 1]
Mēs soļojam pa pilsēt's šaurām ieliņām
Un usmaidām mēs visām meičām skaistajām
Kuras smaidot pretī acis mirkšķina
Viņas saprot to, ka soļo armija
[Verse 2]
Vakar mēs samovolkā aizlaidām
Krogū abas skaistās meičas satikām
Kuras acis vēl joprojām mirkšķina
Ieraugot, ka krogū ienāk armija
[Chorus]
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie tumbočkas stāvu, augumā staltā
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie kājas visa varen lielā armija
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie tumbočkas stāvu, augumā staltā
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie kājas visa varen lielā armija
[Verse 3]
Mūs seržants pieķēra ar meičām krodziņā
Tas mūs bij' redzējis caur krogus lodziņa
Rīkojums bij' sastādīts jau vakarā
Jūs būsiet dieninieki abi divatā
[Verse 4]
Iekšā, ārā kazarmās tur staigā visi
Ģedi, dembeļi un jauniesauktie duhi
Bet vakar man ar meičām ļoti labi bija
Man vienalga, kā jaunie jāsveicina
[Chorus]
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie tumbočkas stāvu, augumā staltā
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie kājas visa varen lielā armija
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie tumbočkas stāvu, augumā staltā
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie kājas visa varen lielā armija
[Instrumental]
[Outro]
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie tumbočkas stāvu, augumā staltā
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie kājas visa varen lielā armija
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie tumbočkas stāvu, augumā staltā
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie kājas visa varen lielā armija
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie tumbočkas stāvu, augumā staltā
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie kājas visa varen lielā armija
Tālu Kurzemes laukos
Dzīvo viņa – ķipa mana mīļā.
Satikāmies Zvejnieksvētkos,
Priežu silā Salacgrīvā!
Kaut kā vajag turpu tikt,
Tiesības būs jāsāk likt.
Pagaidām ar kājām jāiet,
Jāpagaida, ka lietus pāriet!
Krāmēju es čemodānu,
Domāju, ko panest varēs.
Mošk Volgas kardānu,
Drošībai pa ceļam derēs.
Laikam būs par smagu
Stiept līdz dienas trīs.
Tas ceļa virsmā atstās vagu,
Visi zinās, kur gājis vīrs!
Tālu Kurzemes laukos
Dzīvo viņa – ķipa mana mīļā.
Satikāmies Zvejnieksvētkos,
Priežu silā Salacgrīvā!
Vobšem esmu ceļa jūtīs,
Cauri Saulkrastiem jau eju.
Tūlīt vēji smagi pūtīs,
Saskrāpēs man visu seju.
Kaut kur priedēs jāpiemetās,
Jāatpūšas, jānosnaužas.
Ielikos es melleņmētrās,
Vējam saucu: Aizver žaunas!
Izrubījies biju es
Līdz pat ausa rīts.
Norīšu vēl mellenes
Un jāapčurā akmens monolīts.
Tālu Kurzemes laukos
Dzīvo – ķipa mana mīļā.
Satikāmies Zvejnieksvētkos,
Priežu silā Salacgrīvā!
Man radās doma baigā –
Labāk braukšu atpakaļ.
Zagtā Zvejniekciema laivā
Mājās būšu rītvakar!
Drīz jau atkal jūlijs būs,
Jātaupa svētkiem lati.
Kādēļ skriet uz Kurzemes pusi,
Kad viņa atbrauks pati?
Tikmēr citas apciemošu,
Kurām vārds ir zināms.
Rezultāts nav maldinošs,
Iznākums nav mināms.
Tālu Kurzemes laukos
Dzīvo – ķipa mana mīļā.
Satikāmies Zvejnieksvētkos,
Priežu silā Salacgrīvā!
Instrumental
Tālu Kurzemes laukos
Dzīvo – ķipa mana mīļā.
Satikāmies Zvejnieksvētkos,
Priežu silā Salacgrīvā!
Two shadows drawn by the unknown
One feeds the dark — one’s cold to bone
Same shattered peak above the storm
Different paths where minds go numb
Granite teeth beneath my hands
Cliffside grins in jagged lines
Carabiners sing on steel
Frozen fingers — no more feel
Cracks run deep — my last cam set
Breathing tight with rising threat
Belay loop takes all my weight
Air is thinning in my brain
Harness bites — I take the load
Halfway up — the void below
Locked in place on sling and rope
Breathing thin — I start to choke
Tunnel vision takes the sight
Edges blur in fading white
Heartbeat pounds against the stone
Wind like static in my bones
I stand alone where silence grows
Stormlight flickers — no sunlight
Clouds devour the dying day
Every color fades to grey
Rock is cold beneath my feet
Pulse and thunder start to meet
Did I climb to feel control?
Or just to feel something at all?
Cling to the edge of the end of the world
Where silence screams and storms are hurled
Two distant hearts on separate sides
One summit where the darkness hides
Lightning splits the ancient crown
Thunder hammers the mountain down
Shattered rock begins to rain
Sky ignites in searing pain
Wind erupts along the face
Rope goes taut — I lose my pace
Every anchor starts to groan
Loose rock starts to fall below
Fingers claw the summit line
Tunnel sight — the end in mind
Grip the edge through blood and ice
One last move — no second try
Muscles fail — I drag the weight
Over stone — I haul my weight
Chest to ground — I barely breathe
Nothing left — but still I breathe
Through the glare I see a face
Hands emerge in fractured grace
Eyes half-closed in ashen grey
Fighting just to stay awake
He collapses by the rim
Breath is cold — the world is dim
I pull him close against the storm
Shield his shaking, broken form
You gave your strength to find me here
Through the storm — through doubt and fear
Stay with me — just breathe somehow
Don’t let silence take you now
Cling to the edge of the end of the world
Where silence screams and storms are hurled
Two beating hearts on separate sides
One summit where our fate collides
Clouds begin to break apart
Sunlight spills through shattered dark
Through the grey — a single ray
Burns the stormlight far away
In that glow his eyes awake
Breath returns with every shake
Lips meet slow in warming light
Safe beyond the storm’s last bite
[verse]
In Ireland roads are rarely straight,
They twist and turn, adjust to fate.
A fairy tree stood firm and proud –
The builders simply went around!
[verse]
But driving 'round that fairy shrine,
You might just miss the road's thin line.
And if you land in ditch so deep –
Rejoice! Your luck is on a sweep!
[Chorus]
With Aran knit and woolly charm,
A twisty road brings you no harm.
Just greet the tree, and nod with grace –
There’s fairy luck in every place!
[verse]
The Irish folk will always stop,
Be it hill or forest top.
They’ll pull you out with rope or charm,
And cheer you up with country charm.
[verse]
And ditches here, they’re rarely seen,
Like lilac’s leaf that shows up clean –
The fifth one, rare, a lucky sign,
So falling in? That's fate divine!
[Chorus]
With Aran knit and woolly charm,
A twisty road brings you no harm.
Just greet the tree, and nod with grace –
There’s fairy luck in every place!
[verse]
If you’ve found the ditch — the lucky kind,
With lilac's charm so hard to find —
Then head on down to the local pub,
You'll hear the news and maybe a job!
[verse]
But if you wear an Aran knit,
With every swirl and woven bit –
That’s your business card, no lie!
The doors will open, far and wide!
[Chorus]
With Aran knit and woolly charm,
A twisty road brings you no harm.
Just greet the tree, and nod with grace –
There’s fairy luck in every place!
[verse]
Invited in, then fed and cheered,
In every pub once thought austere.
With wool, good luck and Irish smile –
It’s easy staying for a while!
[verse]
But if you missed that lucky ditch,
And didn’t feel the fairy switch –
Then all I say, with fond display:
“Slán abhaile” – be on your way!
[Verse 1]
Mēs soļojam pa pilsēt's šaurām ieliņām
Un usmaidām mēs visām meičām skaistajām
Kuras smaidot pretī acis mirkšķina
Viņas saprot to, ka soļo armija
[Verse 2]
Vakar mēs samovolkā aizlaidām
Krogū abas skaistās meičas satikām
Kuras acis vēl joprojām mirkšķina
Ieraugot, ka krogū ienāk armija
[Chorus]
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie tumbočkas stāvu, augumā staltā
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie kājas visa varen lielā armija
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie tumbočkas stāvu, augumā staltā
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie kājas visa varen lielā armija
[Verse 3]
Mūs seržants pieķēra ar meičām krodziņā
Tas mūs bij' redzējis caur krogus lodziņa
Rīkojums bij' sastādīts jau vakarā
Jūs būsiet dieninieki abi divatā
[Verse 4]
Iekšā, ārā kazarmās tur staigā visi
Ģedi, dembeļi un jauniesauktie duhi
Bet vakar man ar meičām ļoti labi bija
Man vienalga, kā jaunie jāsveicina
[Chorus]
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie tumbočkas stāvu, augumā staltā
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie kājas visa varen lielā armija
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie tumbočkas stāvu, augumā staltā
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie kājas visa varen lielā armija
[Instrumental]
[Outro]
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie tumbočkas stāvu, augumā staltā
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie kājas visa varen lielā armija
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie tumbočkas stāvu, augumā staltā
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie kājas visa varen lielā armija
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie tumbočkas stāvu, augumā staltā
Es dieniniek's, man ir viss vienalga
Pie kājas visa varen lielā armija
I am a furniture designer and maker with a passion for music and songwriting. While my main profession is in furniture manufacturing, I have been writing lyrics for many years as a creative outlet. My writing is inspired by everyday emotions, personal experiences, and visual aesthetics—often influenced by my design background. I'm open to collaborations with composers and musicians who are looking for original and meaningful lyrics across various genres.
