Reborn and covered in smolders Breathing lead filled air Drenched in purified smoke Shaded by trees like mountains Roots that cover rocks and men
Born again from the oceans and the sky Breathing air purified by sunlight, gleaming May he who heralds the night be the signal of my return to the earth
Am I breathing? Or have I become one with the earth? Beneath the tender soil These solemn nights converge into one
And may trees grow at my resting place May they shade me from the light of the stars Shed their leaves on me in the autumn May what is theirs becomes ours
The wall I see, a light through me
Am I dreaming? Or have I become one with the earth? Beneath the tender soil These solemn nights converge into oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
