From a darkened night, to a silvery sun. From a lightning in the sky to the great creation. When an intense fire returning to the earth, reborn from its ashes to brighten a new space.
A sentence that never ends. Words we will write again and again. Nothing is born all is changed. The cycle of life will never end.
Each life is tied in a book. A maelström of millions of fates, made of swirling pages. All of them, swept away, revealing an infinity of unfinished tales.
writing an idea with a line. painting a feeling with the mind. catching the light into your eyes. to feed my heart before it dies.
drawing the future from the Past breaking the silence before the ice take the glow as long as its shines to feed your soul before it dies.
Each life is tied in a book. A maelström of millions of faces, made of swirling pages. All of them, passed away. but still smiling as stars are already extinct.
writing an idea with a line. painting a feeling with the mind. catching the light into your eyes. to feed my heart before it dies.
drawing the future from the Past breaking the silence before the ice take the glow as long as its shines to feed your soul before it dies.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
