Поэкспериментировал со звуком. Записывал на телефон, да ещё и петь пока умею плохо, но решил поделиться.

Текст:

Away from time
Away from feel
Away from shy
Away from fear

I'll run away 
from memory
and I'll adorn
the Christmas tree.

And children's joy
will wash my eyes
because their choice
is paradise.

And then they'll go
to merry homes
away from cold
away from false.
   
When I was young
and innocent
there was so fun
to tease the man

who hung on branch
of festive spruce.
I didn't know
how close to lose.

And now I'm whispering
to the space.
I try to find
a magic place

where I'll be far
away from feel,
away from harm,
away from fear. 

Away from time
Away from tree
Away from shy
Away from me

Away from body
and from soul
Away from Father
and from Son

Away from doubt
Away from faith 
Away from cruel  
situate

I will away from
all the world
and I'll come back
if there's no cold.