Former alps make reluctant isles, ants in a storm, we are all condemned Now the greatest minds sit not on spines, we are all their nutrients
Every drop of reserve, unfrozen, still did not reach the highest peaks So a clever, brine cracks a faucet of time, pouring archaic seas,
Each set of waves smarter than the last, climbing tides never recede Once benign pools now smile right back, patient for us to concede
A millennium, ago, my father was of my age, rumor has it, I look just like him Subterranean rivers flow through chrono fissures, I will follow them and see for myselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
