He burns the flowers of dreams The time is his alley To destroy the youth and ardour With the worlds of old man They ruin souls of artist With unnecessary criticism
Let the song fly to the sky Let the cold walls cry Let the melody dance with the crowd Let the song sound through the night Let Salome dance tonight We will pay the biggest price Our souls will reach salvation Our sound will reach destination
Trying to touch the Plenitude in vain We create new ideals There won't be full satisfaction "Plenitude is a perfect vacancy" "Words move, music moves Only in the Time, but that which is only living Can only die. Words, after speech, reach into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern Can words or music reach The stillness [...]"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
