Vytvořeno ve Studiu Midian .Hudba ve videu credit to Ross Bugden. Lyrics: At the moment of the fork. Lubomír Tomik tiger lives in Indias cats everywhere a script long gone, peacocks scream from banquet tables nothing will happen if i bring flowers nothing will happen if i bring the colors of silence landscape, the fog the prickle of her eyes the shadows of the churches fall on the streets, ships wander the sea, they don't have the right map "Map of the Continent of Your Heart"
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Přítmí nedrží stíny. Lubomír Tomik drží ale černá dna káv, drží siluety a stíny v bouři, stíny vypálené žárem slov přítmí nedrží stíny, nedrží napnuté sítě ani pavoučí nitě nůžky , Klóthó nit načíná, Lachesis nit dále spřádá nebo svíjí, Atropos.....nůžky ...... Twilight doesn't hold shadows. Lubomír Tomik but the black bottoms of the coffees hold, holding silhouettes and shadows in the storm, shadows burnt out by the heat of words twilight holds no shadows does not keep the nets taut not even spider threads scissors, The Klóthó thread begins, Lachesis further spins or coils the thread, Atropos.....scissors ...
Midian Poet 