It may indeed be phantasy, when I essay to draw from all created things. Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings. No fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity. So will I build my future ? And the blue sky will be my roof, and the sweet smell that the wild flower yields shall be the incense I will smell. Is it so impossible ? WE, the rustling man, have a voice that answers the storm. So, why are you so silent ? We just are born child...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.