"Scribere proposui de contemptu mundano vita brevis breviter in brevi finietur mors venit velociter que neminem veretur omnia mors perimit et nulli miseretur ad mortem festinamus peccare destinamus"
Silhouettes in grey shape have seen another winter coming they learned to walk ecretly their faces straight to the sun
Show them this contemptuous kind in the grey of the sky
Without a word of mourning they yearn for one more beam of light this lavish grace of darkness is god before it dies
Floating through spirals of endless latitude hailing the icon yet unspoken on the instant of waking there is splendour in their chantsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
