Clouds are passing by Like a never - tiring stream; Observing all they don't partake, Outlasting generations
Mankind turns out to be the murderer Of its very own mother But when the child is dead and gone She’ll rise again - to bear another child
How many children And how many mothers Have passed away...?
Clouds will be the same – Above the next child They’ll be passing by. Only when the clouds are gone The mother can die at last.
There is a mother That can create new ones: Our mother is but a child Of uncounted other mothersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.