The green grass withers, Cities perish, a summernight ends. A brief glimpse of smoke – a sigh – An unsolved riddle told: With the same two hands I buried my father, I carry my son.
Signs of rust in my treasure, Signs of dark matter in my veins, The beaming sign of jonah, And the darkening sign of cain. And i thrust my song Into the ocean Again and again.
The smoke from my offering – Will it rise or will it bend? The beaming sign of jonah, And the darkening sign of cain! I light my fire As well as i can!
And with the same two hands I buried my father, i carry my son! With the same two hands I buried my father, i carry my son! With the same two hands I buried my father, i carry my son! With the same two hands I buried my father, i carry my son. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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