Ziemia. Jedyna w swoim rodzaju. Tak jak płyta Vangelisa zatytułowana "Ziemia". Każdy utwór zabiera nas w odmienną przestrzeń.
Każdy utwór ma kilka planów malarskich. Klasyka klasyki. Więcej słów nie trzeba...
Wszyscy zostaliśmy wykorzenieni
We were all uprooted
Ziemia została skradziona spod naszych stóp
The earth was stolen from beneath our feet
Zostaliśmy diasporą
We became a Diaspora
Bezimienny naród drani
An unnamed nation of bastards
Skierowaliśmy nasze korzenie na puls światła
We channeled our roots to the pulse of light
głęboko w galaktykach naszego umysłu
deep within the galaxies of our mind
Nasz oddech był niebem
Our breath was the sky
Nasze marzenia były wodą
Our dreams were water
Zdobyliśmy bezludzie
We claimed the wilderness
Rozpoznaliśmy się
We recognized each other
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He-o he came walking down my street
He-o and he stopped in front of my door
He-o and he knocked on the door a long while
He-o then he turned and he walked away
He-o then he turned and he walked away
He-o and he never came back again
He-o I wasn't at home that day
He-o and I never found out that he came
He-o he came walking down my street
He-o and he stopped in front of my door
He-o and he knocked on the door a long while
He-o then he turned and he walked away
He-o then he turned and he walked away
He-o and he never came back again
He-o I wasn't at home that day
He-o and I never found out that he came
