Biting at my sharp hidden hooks, they have to come up to my height, the abyss of groundlings, to the wickedest of all humans. Therefore do I here wait, crafty and scornful upon high mountains, no impatient ones , because he no longer suffers.
For my fate give me time it has forgotten me perhaps? should I stay behind a big stone and catch flies? and truly l'm well disposed to mine, eternal fate, because there's no rush.
I've been told of sacrifices and honey, it was merely a ruse in talking and truly a useful folly.
Right now I can speak freer than in front of mountain caves. Than in front of mountain caves.
Out! Out! My fishing hook!
In and down.
thus bait of my happiness, drip that sweetest dew, that honey of my heart.
Look out! look out! eye of mine. How many seas around me, what dawning human futures, and above me, what rosy red stillness.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
