Wind from somewhere far away
Starts on the plains again
Hiking moving
Hot sand with him
Wind from somewhere far away
Starting on the plains again
Hiking moving
Hot sand with him
Under strange skies
In the beginning a flock of birds
Soars with flaming wings
No one watches them
Guess the shades of flint feathers
Measure the shadows of methane lakes< br/>After I'm gone
I still carry the scarf you gave me
I still carry many old wounds
About that I still don't know anything ¤
Move the mind and the sand and the wind
And the heart of matter
The current of the earth lies towards the polar regions
Expected ice, cyclones
Millennia-old glass city
Crumbling and burying even the memory of its creator
A race that long ago left its home
To meet face-to-face in the middle of the abyss
A raging god in the heart of the Milky Way
Whose name written in starry lines is
I don't remember the past
I don't miss the future
I thirst for this moment
Its glow is terrible
The cat's name Schrödinger
Alive in a way, in a way not
This is your last record, maybe
Soon it will be time to open the box
Worlds always end like that
Stealth and unnoticed
Time and space come to an end
I still carry the scarf you gave me
I still carry many old wounds
Information that I still I don't know
Move mind and sand and wind
And the heart of matter
O great whirlwind, abyss of ages
You are the eater of time, creator ainevuokien
You are a victim, a knife thirsty
And the passion of a supernova
The song of metaverses
Upon the eternal of the soul

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