"Through the eyelids - Red swells out of the roller blind. The day is dying - Imbues my room, my soul inside."
All waves trapped inside. On the wall, shadows of the night will sink.
"Through the eyelids - My paltry attic hangs in peace. And a fire Is reborn and wakes the gold inside."
Day, death, all left outside. The lifeless attic is there to feed Her inner life, that escapes and sputters Imbues the room and her imprisoned life inside!
No hectic pace but free. All moments coloured, no inhuman drain.
"I paint a picture to compensate demise, A shining world where life won't crush but flowers out, To Enter a world without decay, Where no one's condemned to accept the fate."
Spiralling! Freedom unfolds In a world of minds! - The Ivory Tower.
Der weißen Wellen tosende Parade! Im Zirkelschwung um werdendes Gebein! Und das Empfundne strömt in irren Sphären Der Schöpfer Leuchten - kreisenden Gebärden.
Painting, staring, sinking. Breaking through the frame.
Creating far from nightmares, Far from cities of stone. She spreads her colours, sheds light on the grey And sets fires of gold. She's born in a world of downfall, But opens a door to external fountains. Her mind is drowned by her creation - Awake in your dream!
In a crude desert room, Pretending the blankness that has been inflicted. A perpetuate slave Has painted a gate to the inside of life.
"Through the eyelids - I enter spheres of inner life. Out of the picture - I wake up in a world of minds."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
