Exquisite are they, those who partake Inaudible, indeed soundless, though they are Who unbound, traverse the immensity of space Who themselves, form, every-body From their every salt, in La danse du silence
Who themselves, form, every-body Flowing through vacuous voids Faint transparencies, spectral wisps, covering the universe Formations of purity, purged of thoughts Of bodies formations of purity Borne on deathly magic winds Swaying, spinning, majestic, moving Vacuous Spectral Silence Their dresses, flow, their gentle feet, fall As each hand, curls, and long hair, swirls The dance is, long, the song is, silent The composers, score, is still And toldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.