Father... the boat we're sailing is sinking, water is pink you can see the bottom There are lot of flowers ...it's not water we're sailing in the air darkness is coming we have to hurry
Silence that surrounds us cuts the bird's wings from the shadows of her face I read my future clouds are mavel strings of the sky I cut them with the wing There are sounds of the fight They're boxing
Mother... I don't want to die everything here is so colourful the wind told me where we're sailing the moon's bones are close nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
