Once upon a time ago With no guide an empty scroll Day by day the pages turn Painting chapters of my life Towards the nullified
Portholes eyes the daily glance Constant moves, immobility Russian hollow wooden dolls Endless holes within a hole From the inside
Slowly i give birth to my goodbye
Worship the invisible Lost in mists of antiquity Same old words for centuries Underlines it's all a lie Inexplicable
While trudging to vacuity Giving sense to opened eyes Clock hands on a threaded rod Drifting slowly to the end This is my life
Slowly i give birth to my goodbye
One step forward One in reverse - the void Back to square one from where it all beganTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
