Come, let us build us a tower whose top may reach unto the stars! atop of which we will write In splendorous black words:
Great is the world and its Creator! Great is Man! And his city!
My Cosmopolis: Your swollen light Eclipsing virtues, beyond We give ourselves to the unknown
Now Lubricate the gears In our blood And feed the machines our tired flesh
Great is the world and its Creator! Great is Man! And his hell!
Thy cosmopolis: her grand luster Austere master! Behold your servants
Who are you to be drawn out from chaos? Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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