Met destinies. The lights it's turned in this dark city. Distant odors, thousand people are crossed. It seems what time the world he is stopped, have you seen the clouds close him? Your god cannot now observe you anymore. Don't be afraid, look me up to when the time will be firm. Hate, Pain, the melancholy, his is what is in this small world. Sounds and confused colors as drugs of Oriental countries, mixed in the dense blood of whom has never try. You try to smell what flows in my veins. You will discover what the terrestrial world has always hidden you. If you want you close the lights, you escapes and you howls, what do you want, but forever you must listen the noise of the time. The deafening noise of the liquid hour. The fear, this is what the world hide you, For what every days your eyes are open? To do what of certain and sure? Only to run in front of the end.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
