Bloody landscape of our existance paints The life somehow or other The leaves clothed with the silence of Eternal peace arrange a path which Leads to nowhere The mirror reflexes a shape, it talks about dreams I step into this unknown world as endlessly flowing river I walk on the sharp stones and follow The way of life I reach for the door to my conscience In rain
Open your thoughts like a bird with its Wings spreaded out Plunge into your time to find the Essence of itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
