Earth, warmath, death. Time wasted in building inconsistent hypothesis waiting for all is adjusted trying to justify the difference. They are asking me to act without being. Mood sensitive to variations, To air and fire's vibrations. Keep your honour and will unshakable Direct your thought to powerful stars, towards imposing aims, towards great concrete spheres. Why do things happen? Why is it always so difficult? Why is it always so complicated? Perpendicular presences undermine my concentration, Disturb, interfere, Generate hysteria and misunderstanding. I feel impulse to proceed I feel impulse to be. Coulds, coulds, but branches are still dressed wiht leaves And for me it is still time of Spring Undisputed. Coulds...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
