They told me... They told me things that were untrue.
I came into this barren land. Arrived and created with my own bare hands. The bridge to where I came from, has been burnt. Black beaks have lied, but for them my heart yearns.
They told me... They told me things that were untrue. I believed them... I believed them... ...things that were untrue. Things that were untrue...
Sole and uprooted, I start to explore. Croaked advice in my ear there will be no more. I will find new ground to stand, I will succeed. And when I'll get them back, they both will bleed.
They told me... They told me things that were untrue. I believed them... I believed them... ...things that were untrue. Things that were untrue...
I will present fear the future and miss the past. Found myself in a dialogue with two ravens - One was droll, one was of a darker mood. They were telling me everything they could remember. Like Proust said, "In the end everything is sad.". Black eyes see black things, black wings fly through black skies.
They told me things that were untrue. I believed them... I believed them... I love the present, miss the future and honor the past. I believed them... I believed them... They told me things that were untrue. I believed them... I believed them... I love the present, miss the future and honor the past. I believed them... I believed them... (muzyka zaczyna cichnąć) They told me things that were untrue. I believed them... I believed them... I love the present, miss the future and honor the past.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
