— фестивал€ современных короткометражных фильмов, что идЄт в ћоскве в кинотеатре «35 мм».
»стори€… ‘ильм, сделанный из фотографий живущего и разрушаюшегос€ дома, и стихов под тихую игру фортепь€но. ‘отографий, сделанных в одном маленьком €понском городе. √ороде, который однажды утром вдруг стЄрли с лица земли.
–ежиссЄр: Jean-Gabriel Périot.
Current 93 - Larkspur And Lazarus
The empty streetsThe songs of twilightThe clouds at restThe churchbells chimingA scarecrow shuddersAnd some birds trembleI looked at you and saw it's timeThe faded flowersThe faded picturesOf faded livesYour body waitingAnd unfulfilledWith no regretsAnd empty heartAnd head in handsI heard them say today it's timeThe sunset heavyOn mother mountainThe cattle lowingThe cattle dreamingThe endless rainIn haunted airsYour loss of hopeWe were shownWe were shown it's only timeThe smell of rainThe twilight leaningAgainst your lipsWaterwheels turningThe forests broodingYou took my handAnd pointed full of painThat fishes dyingYou see the sign that this was timeI waited years for youOr so it seemedAnd stumbled through your worldPraying for just one kissTo stop my fall from graceAnd shelter in your palmYou gave me everythingBoth lock and keyThe oilclouds see it's only timeIf I could have one wishAs in the fairytalesI would unmake my pastAnd rise like LazarusAnd stand in sunlightAnd banish all the darkThat locked my face awayAnd say to you againOh thatThat was only timeSo willow weep not for meAnd oak bend not for meThough others died for usAnd in our placeThough in the secret heartRaw wound, raw source of allI heard the news todayWhispered in the darkAt lastAt last we know it's timeI knew at last it's only timeI'll come in gloryEnd of story