Hair grey Uprooted Burnt Light clubbed with a shovel
Blacks in abbey ruins Sing about sun They lie about stars About tone length
They lie about duration of sorrow, of colours They lie about posture They lie about blissful dark Sweetly they kneel, like boys At a communion service A cockerel in the spring With his head cut off
The flute in the sink Lets out old songs Long insolent tones Amid hair stretched in filth
Washed by a Viking Spanked with a birch whisk In a landscape devoid of trees Full of cars and smokestacks And money onlyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
