It's the rip tide
The grain of a strong gale
One ridge of a rugged universe
Feet leave no prints
It's the rip tide
The grain of a strong gale
One ridge of a rugged universe
Feet leave no prints
And vision is without sight
And yet when most I wink
Then do mine eyes best see
The unknown
As we commit our bodies
We become absorbed
Multiple dimensions wait for us
There might be a world
Where day and night coexist
Beside an ornamental flower
A tree stretches out its hideous branch
The perfectly square mirror
Reveals a twisted scene
In that dream
I face a completely different me
Thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes
Doth stay
And when we wake at this tunnel's end
What vision awaits?
To je rip plima
Zrno jakog Gale
Jedan greben robustan svemira
Noge ne ostavljaju otiske
I vizija je bez vida
Pa ipak, kada je većina namigujem
Onda radim svoj oči najbolje vidi
nepoznati
Kao što smo počinili naša tijela
Postajemo apsorbira
Više dimenzija čekati nas
Može postojati svijet
Gdje dan i noć koegzistiraju
Osim ornamentalnom cvijet
Drvo se proteže svoje odvratno ogranak
Savršeno trg ogledalo
Otkriva Twisted scenu
U tom snu
Ja se suočavaju sa sasvim drugačiji mene
Thy fer nesavršen hlad
Kroz teške spavati na bezvidne oči
Allah je boravak
A kad se probudimo na kraju ovog tunela
Šta vizija ieka?