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*** Autor textu: Indica *** Autor hudby: Indica
Ship of dreams
Silence is the blanket of my grave
My voice can't be heard by anyone
In a way more beatiful than my tongue ever
The moan of the spirits rings with peace
You told me my time drowns into sand
I dream too much, I don't move
The stupid sleep their precious days
You hoped that ultimately I'd learn that
See, the beatiful ones rock on the surface
Hear, from far away the shouts call
Try, try and rise onto the waves
Show me how your flame glows
I'm going to turn off my lights now
I'll let dreams carry my ship
Finally everyone ends up at the bottom
Only for an instant can we float on the surface
Why does the yearning for the far-away
Ring like a circular saw in the soul?