Beyond Time

Follow me, follow me now...Follow me, follow me now, come after me, look, there are the dry footstep marks among the poppies follow me, you fit in the footsteps, let them take you Follow me, follow me now...
And where will I get?
Dont ask that dont you know me?
I need to have a clear picture.
Oh, silly girl, just let the footsteps take you, feel them beneath your soles, and look around, look around, the picture will change
Im afraid to look around. I might slip. The soils not that dry
Hey,


EvadareAud totul în mine, căi ferate ce duc de aici spre umbre violet, vagoane puse contra şinelor, zbătându-se să se rupă de metal, să-l ascută şi să ia din el viteza, să se pună din mers contra scânteilor, să fugă, să ducă cu ele suflete de oameni îngrămădite de frică de toamnă, de frică de apă împânzită cu frunze pierdute scăpate din foc... simt mersul sacadat al trenulului, îl simt sub piele, mersul ăsta de tren vechi, comunist, ce-i spune şi sângelui cum să curgă în vEvadare


The beltThe beltThe belt
In half paralysis of senses I look at the belt you gave me To tie an instant makeshift
Somewhere, on its inner skin The belt still keeps a guys smell, Your smell
A belt A circle drawn with compasses...
A makeshift circle you drew: This is to be done, This is not to be done
To smell a belt,
This is not to be done.
But somewhere, on its inner skin It keeps your smell Alive
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There comes a time when you look into the mirror and realize that what
you see is all that you will ever be. Then you accept it, or you kill
yourself. Or you stop looking into mirrors.
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Human nature is evil and goodness is caused by intentional activity
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