Have a drink and make an end to the pilgrimage
Across the heated desert lustrous sand
Runs thought among finsers ( your ) and one
Of your senses talizs to a beautifull flover
Blood on your eye - lids has alredy got dry
And I don´t wanna frighten dreams
As you are coming in to darkness
You´ll never see the midday sun every
Morning feeds your soul vain hope that
Tomorrow ...
Until one day you´ll get to where shadows
Experrienced the truth and consecration
Doesn´t belong there than you´ll
Recognize what ? Sorry I don´t know
