CHOMOLUNGMA - это музыкальная группа в стиле «этно-гранж». Шаманские камлания Сибири, ритмы африканских барабанов, многоголосие госпелов чёрной Америки, мелодичная раскачка ирландских песен, и всё это, помноженное на безумный драйв гранжа, соединилось в единую породу группы, названной в честь самой высокой горы мира. Музыка «Джомолунгмы» родилась где-то в воздухе между Сиэтлом, Тывой, скалами Корка и танзанийскими саваннами.

BURNING DREAMS

Verse 1

Every night in my dreams I always see you coming,

And we are together all night.

Our thoughts are binding, our bodies burning,

You will always be in my mind!

Looking in your eyes I feel your warming breathing

It heats me like a tender sun beam.

We are so close, but morning separates us

And my dream stays only a dream….

Chorus

Maybe, maybe,

I’m happy, happy…

Verse 2

All the day I can’t wait for our next meeting,

All this stupid dreary day.

I’m in prostration and looking for somebody
Who’ll carry my sadness away.
I can’t find my place, I’m rushing like a hungry beast in a cage,

It’s so painful and I can’t calm down.

But soon a saving night is opening its doors,

And I see an obsessive dream – you come…

Chorus

I’m happy, happy,

Maybe, maybe…

Verse 3

Again our burning bodies entwined in embraces,

Could barely breath, all time is ours.

We can’t be satisfied; we have so little time,

It’s not completely enough for us.

The fire in my body is tender but still heavy,

It burns from the inside out of me.

But soon it’ll swallow us up completely and forever,

And it’s not bad, so, let it be!

Chorus

I’m happy, happy,

Maybe, maybe.

Maybe, maybe,

I’m happy, happy,

I’m happy, happy…