Our future children Stare at us unfixed From a residence of stars In their sidereal ships Ho sailing beyond within
Their eyes Black in kingdoms of gold Like the rocks of this desert Where we wander in circles Tails up the ass of time
And our vision Goes backwards The traces we see After something Not even existing Beyond the prints
All dreams end here Where our cries began Resounding in museums Of a world we believed Neverending
And we stop Exhausted Beginning Not again
And the panic Like the light Of some star Exploding
Flashing in black holes of not knowing If we ever made a way out of this mudTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.