I fell down hit by lightning Then, unconscious, I dropped off Light shining from the puddle, in darkness the moonlight is so dim I’m tied down with strange bonds Consciousness brings only tears I fell for the third time, will somebody set me back on my feet
I seek Samaria with dead gaze And a man who could understand The death of the firstborn which brings hope through bitter tears Poor strongman, where are you? Help me understand this truth Verses read by the coffin. Job’s history, black covered book
Stand on the road to eternity Make me a little sensitive I hold my hand out as if in fog Someone’s here but is it him?
Roaming between shadows I was naked among cold breaths A light in the tunnel dimmed, like a red setting sun Returning from a journey I felt the angel over me Kissing the pavement – like a rose growing in the rotten heap for years
Stand on the road to eternity Make me a little sensitive I hold my hand out as if in fog Someone’s here but is it himTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
