[Instrumental]
[Translated, but not publised. In original disc was released in Polish version - Mur] You touch a wall And if you could You would suck up its plaster
In the eyes of looking truth is a picture Lie glitters with gold Uttered words Will not express Your feelings, thoughts and wisdom Black truth Golden
Desire makes you follow me With light gesture I am calling you Before sunrise you will be mine That is what I know about you Stay with me or dream About
Sewn with thin thread words - wind round the shape of stone mouth Abandoned gestures You come first then me Deafened with the song of senses you steal
Unrestrained sorrow besets and aims at consciousness Something tells to run, but will there be enough strength to remain oneself? Her lips whisper something
I clench my fists instinctively Chilly wind of orders Quells in me zeal I am like a man-machine Ensnared by will-power This is right and this is wrong
Insatiable with your symbol I seek a refuge in the depths of thoughts Like a road dreaming about a nomad I raise hands to you In front of you - granite
Ognistych zwierzen ksztalt W mych ramion obreczy Powoli za krokiem krok stawiam Myslac co nowy przyniesie dzien Czy zdolam odnalezc cel zatracony gdzies
From the mouth's depth starving for sound A quiet tone is being born You feel stronger Turned into silence - you know You are alone again Time gives
