Who welters in those rivers I shedded in my cheeks? Who feels joy in two-colour sphere? And who but I could die in vain? Crying, preying... The dream of ripping circles to tear all circular apart The yearn for Kadmon wings to flee Assiah angelwards The state of being wishless to tear this mirrorsphere apart The yearn for Kadmon's flow to flee on six-winged unique art Whose hands lifted days up, far above gone purity? Whose feet trampled hopeful past? And who but myself could remember? Crying, preying... The dream of ripping circles to tear all circular apart The yearn for Kadmon wings to flee Assiah angelwards O, how I wanted! How I need! But I knew and now I know! Through two Atziluth's voices play Are hurting while these weepings prey When did it leave unfoundedly? Still one's timeless scream longing me to amrk Telling me it's still unfelt But I knew and now I know! Through two Atziluth's voices play Are hurting while these weepings preyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
