In your full glory you shine like the sun falling trough the leaves of an old tree, touching the ground but never melting the ice that covers the eternal flame. Coal appears to be gold and everyday's life is like a walk trough the garden of Eden. The grey haze around me turns into a faint smell of rose and clove. To open your mouth and listen to the words you say is sweeter than milk and honey, softer than the skin of a newborn child and more valuable than life.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
