I am one with the heart of my mother but in my mind I am free My heart is affirming life but my mind is longing for my earthly tomb In the depths of the earth - a new womb that consumes me my mind is still free, my heart is already exhumed
The Connection of my life with the ground on which I wander Is the hope for the loss of my wounds, which grow because I weave a shroud from my own flesh Nevertheless, I´m cold because I never reconciled with my destiny
Which I wander Is the hope for the loss of my wounds, which grow because I weave a shroud from my own flesh
There’s but one good thing about it – I can die and thus also the breed of worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.