Along my way I passed through the marshes Along their swampy edges I crossed the rivulet The frog, the island, and the dowser stood before me Damned! He lives there alone in the fog In a place one could only pass through
Everywhere black motionless dead waters Dead horses white bones Gas forces down my eyelids The soil swelled I dissolved myself and began to flow I got as much arms as I see things raising
A beast three legs half developed Two faces degenerated creature Hanging near the banks Blowing poison fumes through his nostrils... black Thousands of people crossing the bridge They have not been heard of since Since chemical tanks make the river grow Wastes and residues ran in my blood A cloud of unfledged birds Pulling out the last feathers to each other Unsurprisingly they fall The end of a generation
Over the plains I drift Over the lakes I hang around In a while I will drive, because there's a hole and there I must follow the river bed The sea is not far And before all evaporates, I hear a voice calling
After having infiltrated the layers of the mountain I met the hazel stick that were still rolling on Birth out of the soil, water symbol of life and death The frog, the island, and the dowser stood before meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
