There are straws in the wind The dry straws in the air They used to grow on the ground But now they are flown away So tell me if you know Were they misplaced there Or are they misplaced now In the stream of thoughts Strange pictures in mind Are we still alive? Or do we always die? There are waves on the water The grey waves with white tops They run one after one Coalesce and split moments in time None of us in living mass can see through None of us passing fast up holds the rules None of us dying lust can see truth Among distant clouds With disoriented names There is small star on horizon Dare we to touch it with bare hands?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
