Martyr of Oppression Has realized the matter I cannot sleep My bed burns All those masses Will be the darkness
And there is a Night inside me That never dawns
Derived concepts Have forced by the mind The atmosphere, gloom The things we see Will oppress and bore us
All the southern pest Vanishes from the thought Then the solution Leads us to the essence
Whence the story Cannot be told at present Neglection, denial, restrain Now is upon usTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
