Root - Rulbrah текст песни

[Blackie / Big Boss]

[Rullbrah:] I'm learning the anxiety of happiness,
It seemed deceitful long ago, but words of praise urge
To birth
A harbinger of butterfly flight.
[Rullbrah:] Glory of spite, delight of blood,
Happiness of happy - go luckies
And the forever mute,
Of strong only in beauty and vulnerability
Living in the sorrow of their souls.
[Propeth:] I come acorss happiness
Without looking for it,
Lost in the bottom of bitterness
In the garden of faded flowers.
[Rullbrah:] I'm listening to the whispering of voices,
About the blossomed solitude of anandoned eyes,
Solitude agitates my heart.
Rullbrah and Prophet : I will no
Longer, may be when I wake up . . .