Текст песни Duck Smith - загадкой

The look of death
it is nice
Both the silence
With his hand over his smooth skin .
Bone marrow
To the bottom
I want to be clear
And that was a mystery
Only you alone.

As the body currents
Receding
Smooth waves.
In nothing broken
On the shore of my thoughts ,
Full of thee ,
From soul squeezing all the juice .

And dust become life
What I live
Meaning in the most emphasis .
And I now know ,
What do you want to be
Until then, the transcendental ,
And not in his dreams to the edge ,
The legs with downcast eyes .