[- Long ago... what has been said by honour, is exceedingly conducive to my welfare. Abandoning all pleasure, the lofty-minded dauther preformed the propitiation by means of profound meditation. On hearing these words, she pondered over me mentally... and so the story goes... (the skanda purana)]



One million miles i'm walking, one million miles away

and still you hear me talkin,

full of doubt on a painful way

i'm not a fortune teller nor support the monarchy

i'm setting up the situation to destroy my scenery

take all the trouble with me, more than i can afford,

anscrewed and full of laughter, as qirija speaks the  word



oh well i don't know, whatever i'll see...



come slowly, won't you look at me instead

depressed and lonely, listen to what shiva said

taste the falvour of a hundred million tears

i stare into her eyes

crimes the hide since thousand years



as now my live is shifted, i crawl on holy ground

my blodd and soul are god gifted,

made me lokkin'in from the out

still i hear their voices singing,

gliding sounds from the left to right,

i try to close my eyes,

but can't get her out of my sight

i know this place is haunted

this temple of tears

this lust i always wanted

beautiful and lustful fears,...

and still i dont know where do i go