In front of my mortal remains In front of my obscure rottenness As Baudelaire said it I'm the echo of the echoes I did not have very long bones But fort and white they were My skillful teeth pulverized raw meat Loudly definite skin by feeding well in life Long blond curly hair My abrupt skull even preserves Decomposed fingers with tendon vestiges The whole life playing guitar My flexible and rapid fingers were
Remains, I is just an idea of what I was Remains, my degraded imageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
