Come on, climb up the top, you will see everything Look at the Sun - oh, there's no Sun already Then look at the sky... It's black Like an ink-spot over your head Do you see me over there now, Now I'm merging in the spot But hear my sweet voice, take my hand
Rock into your dreams I'm coming to take you, I am your pander And you'll become like me, blackend on the landscape I'll take you down to the grave, it's over there You are my chosen... I've lowered for you a cradle Braid from dead lianas and withered flowers
From the cradle to the grave It cannot rain all the time It cannot always be the day But it can always be the night
Way down to your eternal bed Kept it for you, kept it for years Till blossoms fallen and lianas molder Set free your soul, it goes to me Don't think for nothing, my voice is leading youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
