Текст песни Библиотека Просперо - Экзистенция

On the edge - we cry
cry
on the edge of the chaos we
we proceed
Rhine morning tears,
Colorless hiding
Persons.
About remembering how time
It was a black river ...
It is echoing
crows in the sky
Flying over the house
to the East.
They are obscure
wings star
Forcing them to flicker.
This I am listening so long ago
in the shades of frosty crystal
stars.
I will be preducing here in anticipation, creating and destroying the ideals at the wall of the dust, creating a mistake and peeping into the endless desert, handing out the sunset spells, "help me! .. cultivated the child, which is frightened by looking with beautiful eyes, - Angel is still visible in them, Coming in a dream - on an unfamiliar and alien face. I will be preducing here in anticipation of the meeting, wishing her and frightening thoughts about her. When spring comes, I will become barefoot on a warm soil to hear awakening worms ...
I will be a mortal.