There were some fields and dead vines around or maybe the trace of a distant cloud, a flicker of light, of memory Cascading memory drifting in silence, fading now There were some leaves still attached to dead trees, later the snow upon the ice fields, then comes the rain and memories Cascading memory filtered in shadow, fading nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
