A stream starting in the hills Becomes slowly a tide of power Like a mystic anarchist In search of the sea Because nothing less will embrace Its waters into self-losing fullness At times it seems to lose direction In curves, hills, dark valleys without sun Going backwards or sinking into sand Only to emerge into light And healing hope for the fields around Sensing again the infallibility of its compass Like music energetically flowing Like music energetically flowing Towards the one magnetic ocean. Anarchist! Towards the ocean!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
