The path is cold and dark no stars in the sky leafless trees scratch the new arrival touching with cold hands the foreigner who searches for his place Spirits of lonely ones hail the wanderer and lapse back the quietness to sow the seeds from which we are fed It has become time to leave the paralyzed seas and open the door of the new beginning March this way with your heart close your eyes from the past don't fall from this path 'cos then the morning light comes againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
