On opening my eyes…
The world dark as my soul…
Nothing moves, nothing flows
A dream of a dead man
The moss of thoughts fill my mouth…
Lichen grows on my bones… Vertebrae detach…
Teeth lost in the grit
The night has swallowed my name…
Taken my time, taken my place
The dusk has covered my trace…
The rain has washed my memories away
I have disappeared…
I am no more… Turned into voice of storm
The roaring song of space…
Behold the waves… They roll over themselves
Behold the waves… There lies the lap of time
Man made the cars to take us over the road
Man made the train to carry the heavy load
Man made electric light to take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark
Man thinks about our little bitty baby girls and our baby boys
Oi jau cia turetu padirbeti viesuju rysiu specialistai.welcome to XXI century Negi nesimato kad rusai iki mano amziaus megsta vakarietiska kultura.ta pati muzika filmai drabuziai keliones.jiems priklauso ateitis te seniai pasilaidoja po tankais o ne jie