Friends scattered across the homeland Look sadly and alone At the events around them Faint Sun is gone
One ring after another falls Upon fingers under shoulders Of the weak and hunched men
With fat bellies atop insect feet But with a woman by their side That's what's it all about What's not to like Amid the stream of life
Flame flickers out, its shadow too Hot embers are damped down and down By urine, tears and memories
Virtual sharing of virtues and vices And of something which is lacking Of going wolfish in spring bloom In the month of love In the month of enchainment
Moonlit jasmine tree Shines bright after the rain Like pearls of something which is lackingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
