pohadky-ze-zapotrebi Lyrics


(a fairy-tale About Two Possibilities) I. Water is never sorry For what is torn apart It never whisper that after night Morning surely must come Water even knows how To pull its waves down under the surface Like blood flowing through the heart In its own time Water brings dreams to some And morning to others
II. Night soars Wanders And sleep ages by the hour I haven´t an inkling - wound! What shape you will take in the morning Morning! What are you warning me of - wound!? That you float away prom me in the morning? Mor- -night is rushing off somewhwre But whare should I put my wound Before waking? What should I do with you inside me - wound!? Is morning always on hand? Wound! III. Water wild - water deep...