Tartaria — the World of Light and Crystal

Intro (mystical)

From afar, beyond all time, from the depths of dreams and ancient songs,
A quiet glow arrives — like an echo of a world that once was.
In the air, a memory trembles of cities built of light,
And the hearts of those who listen are opened by a gentle sound.
There, space speaks in whispers, and stone remembers the name of the day —
And in this silence, a story is born… of Tartaria.

Verse 1

Where dawn once scattered darkness, free energy would flow,
Towers gleamed within the circle of the sun — no cables, no borders, no golden hands.
Energy fell from the sky like a living, radiant stream,
And people whispered softly: “Here, the spirit moves in harmony with time.”

Chorus

Beautiful Tartaria — land of light and breath,
Your heart once beat to the rhythm of pure, free energy.
Above the city, airships drifted — calm as a silent bird,
And the echo of your dreams and visions still lives within us.

Verse 2

Bright structures rose — columns, arches, crystal glass,
Every cornice carried an ancient song, every window knew its fate.
In the Crystal Palace, light played like sound,
And panes of glass, like the sky, reflected a newborn day.

Chorus

Beautiful Tartaria — in gardens of stone and glass,
Your squares fell into sacred silence beneath the sun’s soft breath.
And airships floated high — above the city, above all dreams,
As if time itself held its wings, so your day would never fade.

Bridge

In marble libraries slept the glow of ancient years,
Books of old wisdom guarded hidden truths.
And cathedrals filled with light healed soul and shadow —
With bell-born vibrations, pure tones, sacred, healing sound.
Between the pillars, the wind would whisper
Of a world simple, kind, and lasting,
Of a free heart, a lucid mind,
And light in every hall.

Verse 3

Upon the rooftops shone the domes — within them pulsed the current of life,
Not for power nor for glory, but for people, for their hands.
And when night wrapped the city in a silver, quiet dream,
Airships like stars drifted high — far above the earth.

Final Chorus

Beautiful Tartaria — land of hope and light,
Your song within our hearts still blooms, still returns.
Though time has buried all your roads, memory shines like crystal —
Beautiful Tartaria… return to us in dreams.