If the leaves were wealth the churches would be full of trees The woods would shade the sky Bird's songs, smell of flowers All the souls joined the earth
I woke up from my dream kneeling in a cold dumb temple surrounded by sad faces bowing in a front of a golden altar sounded 'n organ's deathly tone
The priests was clutching the gleaming cross and trying to creep into our hearts Joined together: Love, wrath and hate Frightened, poored, with no hope we left the house of GodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
