In the burnt down wood on boiling swamps' bogs, In a tomb, near a captivating moonlight, In a dungeon, with the damp dimly foliage, in stones, There is a manuscript mentoring us with questions:
How much shine has been torn from the sky? How many ships have got tangled in the nets? How many depressed eye sockets Turned to the pale disk of Moon? How many questions did they ask her? At all times. How long has she been indulgent towards us? At all times.
At all times, worshipping the stars Trusting in closure and salvation. They look deeply in there, at the inspired Moon And the same inmost dreams gradually come back But nobody thinks that she can suffer too…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
