Текст песни Hearts into Museums

The history is gone The plague of our time Giving wings to children In the heavy presence of oceans Letters from death row Hummed in songs bygone Farewells reach back the centuries Now humble by death And came the great end When things were just beginning Youth peeked through the skin In animal spirit And in covert longing I carve my name to the last tree To mark my final territory The count of days for symmetry And the universe is solitary