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Wearin my high boots,
Got all my worldlies here in a sack
Looking for something,
Knowing that it ain t here where I m at
Ain t looking back
I m comin ,
Ride by thumbin ,
Get by bummin
I m on my way

Friend, have you seen glory road
Say, friend, I got a heavy load,
And I know glory road s waiting for me

Caught me a pick-up
Down from Seattle through to L.A.
Seems like those folks
Go chasin a new star every day
Ain t gonna stay
In Nevada, through Wyomin ,
Colorado I m on my way

Friend, have you seen glory road
Say, friend, I got a heavy load,
And I know glory road s waiting for me

Met so many others
Wanted to know which way to go
Louisiana, New York City
They wanted the answer
They d ask of me.
Friend, have you seen glory road?
Say, friend, I got a heavy load
And I know glory road s waiting for me
Rest my load,
Now I know glory road won t set me free

Where is the moment when we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion s gone away
And I don t need no carryin on

You stand in the light just to hit a new...

Primordial spells have been written on water s surface
The abyss silver heart conceals the eternal prayer
Fire and wind contain the timeless secrets of the knowledge
Ancestral spirits of the elemental space materialize their ethereal shape
Dryads, Naiads, Devas, Oreads.
I trust the practice and theory of what is agreed to call magic
I believe...

Czy to wiele czego chcę
Czekam kryjąc strach
Czy ty uśpisz w sobie gniew
I odpowiesz
Nic nas nie rozdzieli

W taką noc
Nie ważne jest już nic
Gdy zechcesz ze mną być
Być tak blisko

W taką noc
Nie zrani mnie już nic
Gdy ze mną będziesz ty
Znów tak blisko

Łatwiej odejść trudniej znieść
Codzienności smak
Ale mogę jeśli chcesz
Być ci niebem
W które...

Fermati prova a guardarti intorno
Perché tu sai che il tempo come Moloch
Ingoia quelle immagini tenute sotto il sale della memoria
Prendi il tempo manipolalo come una clessidra giralo
Fino a tornare a quel bambino che correva in mezzo a un prato
Allargando la...

The islander slips into hiding
And takes to his heels
Out of dark Northland
The murky house of Sara
He whirled out of doors as snow
Arrives as smoke in the yard
To flee from bad deeds

There he had to become someone else
He must change his shape
As an eagle he swept up
Wanted to soar heavenward
The sun...