Смысл текста песни "The Lost Christmas Eve" исполнителя "Trans-Siberian Orchestra"

[Narration]

Another year has come and past

Like moments through an hourglass

And at the end of this year's trail

An offering, a final tale

Of love, long lost

And then refound

And the child by which

Those dreams were bound

Of a dusty hotel

That was long past old

And the shadows and the memories

Its hallways still hold

For things that are old

Have the best tales to tell

And usually,

They tell them well

And so it's here, my dear children

That our story truly starts

When the lord sent once more to the earth

An angel, with a childlike heart

And on this night his mission was

To find somewhere on this earth

That human that best reflected his son

And carried on his work

And since this mission from his lord

Had to be completed on this one night

The angel quickly unfolded his wings

And towards the earth took flight

And this night, in case you have not guessed

Was once more Christmas eve

When snow and light and angels' flights

All together weave

But of the angel's instructions

There was one thing more

That would make this journey to the earth

Harder than all the ones before

For the lord had also told the angel

That he could only use his wings twice this christmas eve

Once when he descended to the earth

And once more when he would leave

(not unlike ourselves some think,

Or at least so I believe)

Now this put quite a complication

In what the angel planned

For now he had to choose most carefully

Exactly where he would land

He needed to find a single place

That would represent all mankind

But humans were such a varied lot

Such a place would surely be hard to find

A single place where there would be

Humans of every race and creed

The rich and poor, the thrilled and bored

The failures with those who succeed

But after a few moments

Carefully placed in thought

The answer appeared in the angel's mind

The city called New-York

And as he neared that city

Where all those souls did dwell

He felt himself being drawn towards

An old, rundown hotel

For in a city that usually had

Guards at nearly every single door

This one just had a sign that said "vacancies,

There is always room for one more"

Now why the angel decided to stop there

He could not quite say the reason

But he thought the sign upon that hotel

Somehow fit the sentiment of this season

Now even after all these years

The building was still a work of art

And though some facade had crumbled here and there

Most still had their parts

The walls were made of granite

Not aluminum or steel

And every pillar and ballistrade

Still had its artist's feel

Every gutter had a gargoyle

Every gargoyle had its wings

For angels can appreciate

Other flying things

So he landed on a cathedral roof

Across the street from that hotel

And looked down upon the world below

Where all those souls did dwell

And sitting on that rooftop

With his friend the winter wind

He gazed carefully at that scene below

As he slowly took it in

[The Lost Christmas Eve]

On a street in the night

In the cold winter's light

A child stands alone and she's waiting

And the light that's out there

It just hangs in the air

As if it was just hesitating

And the snow it comes down

And it muffles the sound

Of dreams on their way to tomorrow

And when they appear

This night will hold them near

For where they will lead

She will follow

For here in this city of lights

This evening awakens

The dreams that it might

The winter it conjures

The spells it will weave

The snow gently covers the ground

Christmas eve

In this scene

On this night

There's an ancient hotel

Where shadows they do tend to wander

And the ghosts that live here

Hold each moment so dear

For time's not a thing one should squander

And they recount their sand

As it runs through their hand

And examine each moment for meaning

It can be wished upon

Till the moment it's gone

Like day disappears into evening

For here in this city of lights

This evening awakens

The dreams that it might

The winter it conjures

The moment is seized

The snow gently covers the ground

Christmas eve

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

Christmas

Christmas

Christmas

Christmas

Through this night

The dream still wanders

As it was meant to be

And every year this night grows fonder

Of children and circumstance

Caught in this childhood dance

As the world turns around

Keeping dreams on the ground

Windows of frosted ice

Prisming candlelight

And somehow we

Start to believe

In the night and the dream

As it cuts through the noise

With the whisper of snow

As it starts to deploy

In the depths of a night

That's about to begin

With the feeling of snow

As it melts on your skin

And it covers the land

With a dream so intense

That it returns us all

To a child's innocence

And then what you'd thought lost

And could never retrieve

Is suddenly there to be found

On Christmas eve

On Christmas eve

On Christmas...