Everything dies with the hounds of time The virid leaves will wither and fall The fruity soil will freeze up and rimed, And all the flowers will turn to mould… The human body is only water We shall exude under a stone Only humus remains, is it life's new sort of? We shall collapse into the bones...
Will we go back, how life comes again In the golden-coloured springs? Or is it all - the creator's mockery, That we know mortality for our sins?
Or maybe this is our mission - To be a chain in the whirl of life, To be the curn in aeon mill wheel, Slowly turning in a god's arm...
Wonderful charm of life and springtime, We wanna have this bliss forever And bring to halt the eyewink of time, We melt as the snowflakes on the sun!
Oh, we would be the dryads, ever-living in trees, Remained in full beauty without the woe, Or be the afancs, to flow endlessly, Awashed all our land, enlivened the flow. But the fate of the gods is only in tales, We live on this earth like the succourless moths- Flitter and die, but one memory Although maybe this is our further life...
And we suffer from the unknown, Afraid to spray into the complete nothing, Without leaving a scent on the windowsill, Not leaving in this world even crumbs of our loving, We stand on the cliff of doom and thrill...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
