| When an idea falls it doesn't make
noise You hear it only inside When a blind man dreams of seeing many colours He is trying to fight When the sunshine makes your image true You can feel the ancient voices judge When the silent sunset takes your dreams You can only stay in the maze of cloth Narrow pathways are ways to the sky Narrow pathways are ways to die |
When you find yourself and the cold is with
you You see only your shadow You're a blind man your soul flies our soul is lonely When narrow pathways and stone beasts will be deadly traps You'll be looking for the ancient wisdom the piece of cloth When the sunshine makes your image true You can feel the ancient voices judge When the silent sunset takes your dreams You can only stay in the maze of cloth Narrow pathways are ways to the sky Narrow pathways are ways to die |