I was given just one life, one heart, one soul, two hands One hand to paint on canvas, one hand to stroke the skull
I was given just one chance to find the absent pieces To clutch the blistering myriads of wounds
I was given just two hands To turn the heavens upside down Now these are mountain summits to defeat
There is an end of joy Once the end leaps like a flame
Tu t’es perdu sur le chemin Ta foi t’a mené à ta perte Cesse de contrôler ton destin Ta peur reflète ton ignorance Et la misère de ta piteuse existence Laisse toi aveugler par la Lumière Laisse toi gagner par les Ténèbres Laisse les voix pénétrer ta chair Il te faut perdre tes certitudes pour avoir accès au Divin Laisse toi gagner par la Lumière
She gave me all that I promised to protect Here is the rood, here is the rose Here are the stones that hit you
From this day the clock hand is the scythe And it cuts the mirth, the singing and the light
There is an end of joy Once the end leaps like a flame
Draw Black charcoal Scythe It cuts the mirth, the singing and the light
Draw Black charcoal Scythe No colours will ever reach the sky
I was not able to speak when my word was born So I painted in colours until the colours were gone
I was not able to speak when my word was born So I painted in colours until the colours were gone
I was not able to speak when my word was born So I painted in colours until the colours were gone
I was not able to speak when my word was born So I painted in colours until the colours were gone
I was not able to speak when my word was born So I painted in colours until the colours were gone
I was not able to speak when my word was born So I painted in colours until the colours were gone
I was not able to speak when my word was born So I painted in colours until the colours were gone
I was not able to speak when my word was born So I painted in colours until the colours were goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
