Wings of butterfly inside My spirit revives, I feel The horizon is widening the circle My destiny is in the clouds
The Stone Pilgrim kneels Carving his way One grind of sand Every night and every day I believe the Eternity lasts In unreal ocean Which is prevading us Mixing the colours of epochs
Hearing the whispers of silence Over the roofs of his town I want to restrain the time Love is a dance of butterfly
The Stone Pilgrim kneels Carving his way One grind of sand Every night and every day I believe the Eternity lasts In unreal ocean Which is prevading us Mixing the colours of epochs
I ask is the freedom a gift or is it just a punishment for courage of humans mind? Do we find the divinity in Your slience my God?