In a meadow I have vanished Between oaks and daisies And the old and beloved grasshoppers Sounds that embrace me The wind chases the fragrance of morning My days of obey
I breathe in the book all I'll ever be: Out, floating, touching the yellow blood-flowers To the beat of my, of my whisper
Shall I ever rise above Make a detachment So that the tweaks crack and the growing stocks Get bowled up by the ruins? The strength, the strength of this moment Is like morning dew, morning dew Drops that filled green veins like crystal-clear blood And I wait all day who slept In the meadow tonight This cold nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
