Black birds in cages are sharpening. The prophetic birds, the God’s crows. By the sky damned, by earth not adopted, By Devil abandoned and by God forlorn.
Black birds flying above the city Birds, which can the God make starve. Prophetic songs sing, by all unallow God’s angels, no one had christened.
Black birds, which gather in flocks Endlessly try them with God to dispute In prayers and cries threatening they put Adorning with roses the crown of thorns
Black birds fall in love with the sky. From unrequited they dive in abyss. Heart – turn to ruins and broken are wings – That like the God’s crows doomed themselves to dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.