We walk on hidden ways And live the worn moments of reality There's no free soaring The all-saving aim There's no flotation just painful being and emptiness But my soul wants to break free from its prison shaped body For its long agonies to find the ways to dark secrets
Where we must fight great battles We must walk through endless paths
Where with the help of warning masks of tiny gravels We reach the last fulfillment to merge into darkness
And just he who doesn't want to see the bliss He can't see the eyes in which the fire is still burningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
