In the middle of the jungle There are ruins of temples built along ago Stone by stone They were made by the Mayas A tribe that is not so well-known Each pictures on the wall Recorded history They were gazing at the sky Seeing stars telling them the days On the year Monuments marked time But altars meant death and fear Worshipping gods now gone long time ago The population grew, new cities were found
What happened then? Was it a strange decease that wiped away almost everyone? Or it might have been starvation caused by drought and A scorching sun
It's a mystery The way they disappeared It's now history We will never knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
