Songtext von Rulbrah

[rullbrah:] i'm learning the anxiety of happiness, It seemed deceitful long ago, but words of praise urge To birth A harbinger of butterfly flight. [rullbrah:] glory of spite, delight of blood, Happiness of happy - go luckies And the forever mute, Of strong only in beauty and vulnerability Living in the sorrow of their souls. [propeth:] i come acorss happiness Without looking for it, Lost in the bottom of bitterness In the garden of faded flowers. [rullbrah:] i'm listening to the whispering of voices, About the blossomed solitude of anandoned eyes, Solitude agitates my heart. Rullbrah and prophet : i will no Longer, may be when i wake up . . .