My eyes are closet. No, they open but I can't see. The piercing light so bright, I try to cover my eyes with the palms of my hands, but it's not use. Cold water slaps against my cheek and for the first time I see. The noonday sun that refuses shade and the midday sea that gives it all away is a welcome and a warning. Now we stand in front of the most fantastic island in the world. You can take anything you want, but nothing is free. The most precious things might be the things you have to give away. In order to get the treasure we've either got to get brought brooding monster or swirling tornado. Whatever we choose, we've got to run. What do you think?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
