Standing humbly more and more I feel the ground Almost happy but not strong enough to face the sensitivity which came suddenly Paralyzing moments of carefree existence Gazing at a rainbow I grasp the reality as true as an old lady’s prayer in a church
Tragedy of individuals tear the moments of reflections like dogs Among the flowers warm evenings fresh glue on obituaries Children wronged fathers cries Roads of destiny are covered with blood Oh, my Lord teach me now to live with it and sometimes not be concerned I ask quietly
Tough questions have easy answers Like clouds that yield to the mountains Belief is like a road sign To brave soldiers of life Dark backgrounds are more spacious Place to act, where I could be known Blurred by a stream of real tears And a brush of tedious reality
I’m almost happy travelling a rusty path Like a phantom train disappearing after a while Embraced by a rainbow, with eyes closed I grasp the reality as true as an old lady’s prayer in a church
Thousands dead Every day tear the moments of reflections like dogs Among the flowers warm evenings fresh glue on obituaries Children wronged fathers cries Roads of destiny are covered with blood Oh, my Lord teach me now to live with it and sometimes not be concerned
In my life there are fewer trivial questions now In my dreams I do not hide, just simply rest Travelling persistently to the fourth gate has taught me That no evil can triumph over love and hopeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
