A keresés eredménye

Us after us

Here we stack glasses
We fill in eyes
We put together chimeras
To invent fires
We throw everything to the air
We bury wishes
Between our heads and the earth
We play only games
 
They didn't tell me that when arriving here
I wouldn't have the impression of having arrived
They didn't tell me that once arrived here
I wouldn't have anywhere to go
 
What will be left of us after us?
What will be left of us after us?
What will be left of us after us?
 
Am I the only one who sees
That the places are emptying
And by believing it
We're without law, without God
What do we do to know
Where the skies guide us
The ceilings are mirrors
That swallow the blue
 
They didn't tell me that when arriving here
I wouldn't have the impression of having arrived
They didn't tell me that once arrived here
I wouldn't have anywhere to go
 
What will be left of us after us?
What will be left of us after us?
 
The hand that grows is the same that gets tied
The hand that heals is the same that plays
The hand that reaches out and at the end of which
There will be nothing at all
 
The hand that grows is the same that gets tied
The hand that heals is the same that plays
The hand that reaches out and at the end of which
There will be nothing at all
 
What will be left of us after us?
What will be left of us after us?
What will be left of us after us?
What will be left of us after us?