I gather parts from the dark river Like the old mother in the old story The feet, the liver and even the smallest toes I must gather them all This is the secret task in the secret plan I must darn the stitches right The words are my needles I enclose the horror and the fright Dried are the veins and dried are the tears The dark water has run back to its source Spit and sand I use to make a whole Now nothing fails and nothing falls I inhale the sky and the virgin stars Everything that is and could have been All the paths and all the ends Every leaf from these two trees I give the soul to the body The soul to the body and hear the gasp I give the soul to the body The soul to the body and feel the graspTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
