You find yourself on the crossroads, standing.
Your eyes are looking for an old gray raven.
His flight will guide you to an ending.
He'll lead your soul on a path to Heaven.
Your weaken body will dematerialize,
setting your eternal soul free.
Like the bird, your soul flies.
Within the light, it disappears...
2 comments:
Ovde fali samo zvuk gitare u pozadini! Odlično, čoveče!
hvala... :)
zapravo, "Makka" zamalo da postane lyrics u jednom techno treku, ali je u poslednjem trenutku iskrslo da tako ne bude... što je, možda, i dobro, jer bi tamo bila u drugom planu...
a posebno mi je draga...
ako sviraš gitaru, izvoli, voleo bih da čujem tvoju ideju ;)
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