I still remember that dream, when trees used to rhapsodize with me. I felt like a swallow, flying with the four cardinal winds. Painting the breeze with my wings. I still remember... I remember how near was the sea and the harmony of rocks covered by him and the sand as his daughter, crying the mourning of a loss that neither she recalled... And recognized... And... And here I am arrested in my own dream, hearing my own whispering:
"God Bless the Ocean, God Bless the Trees, Godspeed dark thoughts becoming blood my knees."
I just want that dream when voices and melodies surrounded me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
