Verti-verti-go,
World is turning round.
Time for me to go,
Be elsewhere bound.
Take my hand,
Lay me down.
On the bed of snow,
In the crystal cold light.
Multicolour trips,
Beckon flying by.
Ways, winds and ships,
Never reason why.
Don’t you weep,
Come bid me sleep.
There’ll be many more
of me,
Coming from the deep.
Easy come, easy fly+++
Gods and sheep may never die
But I was just not born for staying here.
Gold in blue in white,
Multimirror space.
Gone with the ones so bright,
Never left a trace.
One is all,
All would be there,
Any time you see me
In your chilly clear mind.
*** (2004) [звуковой файл]
Vertigo
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