It's a cold evening It looks like a storm A bloody ray of sun Disappeared behind the horizon
You open Your hands for reality Persuading yourself that there's only one The one God has promised us And you should know That everything is inside you and me
Same reality every day Coming to the same door With a thousand of your words A thousand of the promised paradises is going away
The Promise Your one and only goddess Disappointment the result Of your false understanding of truth Disbelief aberration from the right way of thinking
Everything around you runs too fast... And in the river full of blind men You are flowing ... Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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