Who can curb a child? So naive, so bold Who can refuse the thirsty his salvation? Is questioning not the sense of life? Is it not our nature? To stop at nothing? Even in death a question on our lips?
The little minds say no Our good book knows the way Rough answers they give Rather non-answers
It is a sin they say To look the great master over the shoulder Blind we shall remain and sheep This way we endure this life the best
These gnomes spit on the tree Want to spoil our meal The apple is poisoned they say
Sycophantic and blind Slobbering fools all of them Denegation of our nature Knowledge is disgrace they sayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
