Yesterday we built another bridge A way to other spaces of (in) the sciences Where all the seasons we'll try to find The reason and the merit for the measure of the time
We found a back street of the cemetery And felt the lie of hagiology 'cause words are not enough for what we want to say
We have to flee And many seas We have to cross To Abydos
He lives under the sea Is the wind in the trees He's the wisdom of the world
If it's God building our street It's not a way you go by feet
Hyperion sunset The end is defined But beautiful poems Preserving an illusion for the one and only life in our lie
We have to flee
We have to cross To Abydos
He lives under the sea Is the wind in the trees He's the wisdom of the world On the wings of the wild In the arms of a child Lies the wisdom of the world
He lives under the sea Is the wind in the trees Find the wisdom of the world He's the kind of a man You describe as a friend For the wisdom of the worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
