In the eye, I saw myself...
In the eye, I saw myself...
In the eye, I saw myself...
In the heart of the river was reflected,
In the eye, I saw myself...
In the heart of the river was reflected,
a hole,
of liquid movement...
of liquid movement...
of liquid movement...
In the eye that made moves,
he saw himself...
In the heart of the river was reflected,
In the heart of the river was reflected,
on the movement,
rain, hole, a river...
Her eyes reflected,
moving traffic
and soul in shimmering blades,
soul in shimmering blades,
his movement
his fragile feeling
burnt out in frozen places
where he's not smothered.
In the eye, I saw myself...
In the eye, I saw myself...