In an untouched cave
Ancient fire burns…
Here live some people’s souls
In cold-gold cages
They live…
Caged…
They touch…
(Just caged) in their lives.
But is it fine?
They are not alive…
Their senses don’t exist,
The dreams left them 10 000 year ago.
Their cry is unhearable,
Their story is (an) empty paper.
They are the lost ashes of time...
They know every moment of the Earth…
Without saying words.
They are unrecognized,
Silent servants of God.
They keep all secrets.
…forever…
… senseless…
Their cry is unhearable,
Their story is (an) empty paper.
They are the lost ashes of time... |
