Winds, blow away the memories Waves, drown the sadness Night, hide your precious secrets well
Enter the garden of temptation Try to provoke your fate Ignore the shining mysteries
Dance, for their dying joy Sing, for their hopeless cries
The clouds are disappearing Fake signs are revealed Illusions cause our madness The desires of a haunted world
Hear the sounds of your needs Kill your hesitations
"All the horizons will have chocked me In every climate, all latitudes Daily struggles for bread and salt Love affairs, boredom
Ah! It's now time for me to wear That beautiful white wreath of plaster Thus, with the ceiling as frame around me, All shall admire me"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
