I don't believe that songs could bring settlement to a tension , but I do believe that they could at least speak through souls when no other ways can

Memory of the Stone

Fluas nun sango senkulpa		Now flows innocent blood
Sur Vana'diel, vasta ter'		On Vana'diel, a vast land
Tremas la tuta mond'		The entire world trembles
Pro l' plago en desper'		In despair from the scourge
Preventas ĝin		Prevented
Nenia sort'		By no fate
Haltigas ĝin		Stopped
Nenia fort'		By no strength
Sed tra la nokto tempesta		But through the stormy night
brilas jen stelo de glor'!		Behold: a star of glory shines!
Kontraũ brutala kri'		Against a brutal outcry
fontas jen kant-sonor'!		Behold: a hymn springs forth!
Stelo brilanta, kanto sonanta:		A shining star, a ringing song:
revo kaj preĝo por ni!		Dream and pray for us!
Vana'diel! Vana'diel!		Vana'diel! Vana'diel!

No, this isn't some abandoned blog...

Dah lama ga ngisi2 blog ini... Hahaha...

xoxo

the one that comes with one of his songs

Kekuatan yang tak terasa dalam cengkraman tangan

Keberanian yang tiada pengorbanan mampu ceritakan

Impian yang dalam pandangan mata tak tersiratkan

Dalam lagu semua terangkumkan

Musik pemberi harapan untukku bertahan

Sebuah keajaiban tercipta tanpa tenaga

Di hidup yang terasingkan, tiada lagi yang bisa

Lihatlah, aku tertawa lepas

Lihat senyumku, yang ketakutan tak dapat padamkan

Dunia, perhatikan

Di hari mimpi terwujudkan

Tak akan ada yang ia sesalkan

Dari kaca pecah yang kurekatkan

Kubangun istana megah tak terkalahkan

Yang berikan sekalipun yang tak terpikirkan

Dengar lagumu, yang beri harapan untukku bertahan

Lihat senyumku, yang ketakutan tak dapat padamkan

Dunia, perhatikan

Dunia, nantikan

Scars of the War

Click the play button. ;-D

Menari Mimpi

And so another day to which we celebrate

Once we’ve tapped our feet and clapped our hands across battlefields

Skipped and dodged and hid through dangerous escapades

Partied in mundane masquerades with friendly rival hosts,

In our elite we toast to the restraint of our constant dynamism

And recount on the durability of our compromising decrees

Yet at times, we favor to quietly flee in search for serenity

Towards a periphery that our space-yearning minds have drawn,

Over which to the other side we cross

Easing into a sanctuary that our gifts have bestowed,

Bringing in gunpowder scent that satiates the air,

Enchanting crimson blood flowing from fresh open cuts,

The chime of plunged enemies’ swords that are tinkling in our ears;

Remnants which we rise to enthrone on the seeds of our flowerbeds

From where our train of queen bees feast on their sweets

Secure some to have them prepared as remedy

And served to heal our might and restore our majesties

This other side that we cross over to

Is where a dream begins

While the others transform into feats

Where peace blossoms

Only to make way for more to grow