We flux from dust to dust Yet rotten minds and tongues Try to seize all the moment brings Then fall to their folly
Like a mote in the wind Drifting with the moment We must go where the wind blows So don't worry Just be
Don't tease this mystery You'll be anything but being Don't try to tame the wind As specks in a cosmic fabric
We're merely motes in the wind Drifting with the moment We drift until death But that's the journey of beingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
