One has to see what isn't shown One has to hear what isn't said
One has to get what can't be owned And then to live when all is dead
Fustration is the guide of your actions You fear this dimension of silence
You're bathing in the dust of illusions Neglecting the roots of existence
Better face your disgrace Your stigma shines in your eyes Another season to rise
One has to seek heat in the frost One has to fall when he should climb
One has to bear his heavy cross Until he's fallen seven times
One has to face the loneliness 'Cause life's a croweded solitude
One has to tame the emptiness And then to feel its plenitudeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
