A fire-colored diadem A flaming red diadem Resting in his crown Both eyes straight forward The metal wreath A sparkling shine Reflecting the light Around the room His robe of yellow Like the skin of fruit Cracked like leather Lines run through his face Space is open to him The wide arms welcome He speaks in stars The language of lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
