When heating up the pavilion of joy Lovers in the ardent steam Will find the water that burns Like a chemical substance that carries Its meditation still in between the sheets
The oblique sanity of words Tell me no, tell me yes with a look Even if an oceanic channel of fear Is lying in between guilt And desire
Fruit of all unspeakable flavors Of unlikely mechanic adjustments of the body Mystical bond with the serpent Started to grow roots in life In the sky blue notes of leaves That with their ribbing rivers without drainage Cry out their chants of rowdy wind
Both of them Paint equally discouragement Equally repress tediousness with a hug But will be able to live on with those tears That rise up to the skin and taint The sword that mortally lies Against the brain
Courage must be in the eyes And feel the revenge of desire Like a hurricane of fire That stirs infinite fears From gardens of galls and venom That drown truth in between the fingers
Sometimes that suit of sorrows Is the nest of the phoenix That emerges amongst fire and ashes Making of life a handle Where the being lifts its chamber To widely open the doors of oblivion Is allowing in silence the entrance Of a wall of silences Waters that lack horizons Wastes of abysses Echoes Waves Perversions And the same pain From old wounds And allowing grudges to stay out
Like a chemical substance that carries Its meditation still in between the sheets.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
