Why everything slips away from my hands? every lie's on my back, everything... can somebody help me? can something save me?
Isolate on my praying, on the sand, on the world's fool breath, it starts from decay and follow the waves of my voice delayed... the hopes are now set aside and every second collapse on me, my son made of clay is the only way I need to ride, and calling to rise again.
Rise! From this water, my tears, I command! Rise! this life I'm blowing on you! Rise, and every drop from my eyes is for your rise Answer me my son!
I'm writing truth on your head, touching your eyes and your heart (hands are shuddering again) and follow the lines on your forehead skin of sand. My body is now at the end, my light is going out without a sound, my son I'm giving my life to you.
Go in the world as the son I loved, keep your head up so everyone can read the word I'm writing now on your head, I command...
Make the life I'm giving to you, the life I've never lived! Make people cry in front of the truth! Make people shamefully die, drowned in their lies and empty words they croaks.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
