Текст песни Yucca - Cras numquam scire

The moon speaks faintly.
In a voice audible to no one.
The repeating rising and falling of the tides.
Are the scene of the moon's vanishing memory.
The stars record arcanely.
In a script decipherable to no one.
From the swirls of infinite words.
Billions of books are born.
And time is too swift.