The ace of hearts here that is in the end I see the sky by eyes who has been killed And all these stars a wave of someone's hand Scattered in whirlpools of fields
They are so close it seems a hand to stretch Water is black and cold the sleeves are white Heavenly wanderer will point the only way Will tell me true words from another side
Don't I sink like swimmer loosing ways In the ocean of these senseless days It seems to me that someone spoke but when Something wicked this way comes again
The whitish ligature of misty sadness spreads Melancholy will spill the ice of lake I can't forget the honey of rye breads And salty sorrow of your Easter cake
And once again at last to hear stay Before i force landscapes to disappear Heavenly wanderer will point the lonely way So do not cry I'm coming sky is near
Somewhere in the clouds the dust witch your trace is lost Lightnings stomps the sparks from hot earth creeps for the host Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
