My house has no walls, no ceiling, no floors, Nothing at all as it looks home. My house is a hollow trunk A big blue trunk standing out in the grey
From hollow trunk one glance thrown by chance is enough To make the rooms change The heights, the distances, the plains transfigured And shining through the air
Since I live I saw the things better And my knowledge grows in concentric circles Like the trunks of the trees Whose rounds raise every year
Once, around the blue forest there was the wide park Of a great metropolis but nowadays it's an invisible landscape Being able to condition the visible, 'cause spread all over There are the dead bones rolled by the windTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.