The crowd standing, suddenly a scream You could hear the trigger crack Suddenly blood, a human moan A cloud of birds is rising The pale face falls into a sleep
Help is quickly on the way The crowd whirls, a buzz in the head Red overflows into white
The clock slows down, time stands still The silence of the square snuffs out the world The frescoed balcony glows with emptiness Silent is the bell that always moans
The faces of the crowd drown in tears Lead has pierced the lungs of two He has by now become a saint Dirt remained where he ruledTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
