The nice inner gloom has opened, The warm cradle of the soul, lost homeland Time of formless being. The first hesitant thrill above the fountain under which primeval times of ancients slumber of forests dreaming.
So fumble, oh soul, just wander, Pick blindly in sate bath of innocent instincts of chiaroscuro. I know you, gloomy soul, nothing's more necessary for you Nothing can saturate you so can extinguish your thirst like a return to your origins.
Here around you a wave rustles and you're the wave Rustles a wood and you're the wood Now there's no oustide and there's no inside. You are a bird, flying with the winds! You are a fish, swimming in the sea! You devour light and you are the light and as you taste the darkness, you become the night.
We wander, oh soul, we swim and we fly and we smile. By tender spiritual fingers disrupted threads again we bind. Blissfully we stop the failed vibration. No longer we do seek god, for we are god and we are the world We kill as we die. And we create and rise again with our dreams.
Our nicest dream is the blue sky! Our nicest dream is the sea Our nicest dream is a clear starry night And it's a fish and it's a bright joyful sound And it's a crystalline joyful light. All is our dream! Every thing is our nicest dream!
We have just died and became the Earth We have just discovered the laughter We have just died and became the Earth We have just discovered the laughter.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
