Rotten scent of day’s colours When you had stopped they had flowed for you Laughter and happiness of the mob You don’t want to understand Passing years die in the pantheon of pain Sunset will never end The rise you will never see… Hidden inside old trees You isolated yourself from filth Only cry of dark trees Rise arms towards eternity Walking, coming from the depths Rocks you to sleep, unstoppably and slowly Sounds of birds that dwelt here… Nothing will match the pleasure of dusk Night and silence will come Silence which should not be interrupted Essence of the blackness’ depth cannot be brokenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
