What will happen when the stars Will blind us with the brightness of an explosion? When the madness of words and beliefs Will finally flood the simple wisdom?
O world great big world Where is the cure for your worst disease Antidote for worry and pride Of homo sapiens
Dreams of freedom and fire became the curse of the spiritual world Rebels and poets lost their sight and hearing Their hands became creased like the surface of desert
I’m alone but never lonely Let the exile be my penance
Behold the one who tainted our mother Behold the one who killed our father
Mankind’s fear of limb amputation Is the engine of history
Light of hope or of nuclear blast Awaits at the end of the pathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
