Behind shadows, behind fingers I'm hiding my true passion To be, to be alone In my garden, in its corners I'm looking for the path of my thoughts in the dark
Open the gate, it's the right time Let the wind makes a ring the trees Let the shadows move on the ways I'm entering the tomb of tales
Here you find revived puppets One of them is you I'm coming to everyone like the trees and feelings Here you find - maybe yourself
Behind shadows, behind fingers I'm hiding my true passion To be, to be alone In my garden, in its corners I'm looking for the path of my thoughts in the darkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.