You point to the sky the sky is reflected in your eyes and i want to fly on a carpet of brown leaves we retrace the steps of change construct a tapestry of what will come
You point to the sea i see what seems to be so free bound by empty sky on a tower of gray earth far above the spray-struck stone we climb toward the melting point of time
here we tumble down the path comic beggars trading laughs for scraps from the tables of the wiseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.