The eyes are bloodshot, but not crying. In the name of pain I cover up my face, don't want to see this world. With my head bent in bright night I perceive the cool moonlight.
The ash of burial bonfire spread with jerks of the wind veils the horizon by an impenetrable mystery of eternity.
A pestilent circle absorbs the present. No bottom abyss of suffering is lost in the smoke and raises a dreadful horror of absolute powerlessness.
Sentenced to slow dying I cross the river of death. Dead breeze of heavy expiration accompanies my last moments of life. My eyes are covered with the fog like never-ending horizon and lifelessly look at clouds of forgetfulness.
The ash of burial bonfire spread with jerks of the wind veils the horizon by an impenetrable mystery of eternity.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.