Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Inner thoughts


şi totuşi îmi aduc aminte... noroc cu arhivele...


Stone flight through cement
Wings of pins are breaking in nothingness
The trees are bending slowly
And waters are rushing violently in our minds

Try to fly, try to fly, we’ve got to fly
Let’s fly

Flying horses are creeping in the graveyards
And your long hair is scratching me gravely
Into the green seas the mermaids are screaming
Thoughts, words and deeds… inherent successions

Try to fly, try to fly, we’ve got to fly
Let’s fly

I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting…
The blue from me will cover U
‘cause the world is crazy and people are blind
The wine is the life essence taken from the ground
For the sun to shine for us

But even if the sun is shining we’ve still got to
Try to fly, try to fly, we’ve got to fly
Let’s fly

2 comments:

andrepo said...

Reintoarcerea la origini!

Horoabe said...

da şi nu... mai mult amintiri :D
Câteodată nici eu nu mă mai recunosc... şi din când în gând mai iau chitara... înregistrarea e de prin 2001 - 2002, la Ema... făcută pe genunchi cu microfonul de la casti :D, după o - era să spun beţie - seară cu ceai :D.