Текстове на песни:
Vecchi Orazio

All blossoms die in the light of our new culture Find your belief in that which cannot be discovered Countless lessons lie in every fever dream A million

Превод: Стари и по начина,. Земята на Навахо.

Превод: Стари и по начина,. Прасе в Pen.

As you walk down the street ? how often do you meet Some poor man whose life has life had grown old? His aged form is bent ? in his pocket not a cent