Kruk - Imagination

There is a night, there's a day
I find you, though I know
That the time is beyond any man's power

There is the place, there's the bread
Which can unite us all
In the mystic stronghold blood is a sweet wine

Those cold hearts of stone
Those forged thoughts of woe
Imagination
Imagination

Made up of those places
Where money stands for sense
Imagination
Imagination

There is the time, there is the dusk
When the sun is down you want
To see me, your strong arm of power will embrace me

Destiny depends on you
In the charismatic movement deadly sin
Of negligence resounds in hell

Those cold hearts of stone
Those forged thoughts of woe
Imagination
Imagination

Made up of those places
Where money stands for sense
Imagination
Imagination

There is such a night, such a day
I leave you, 'cause I know
That the time is beyond any man's power
There is the house, there's the bread
Empty hearts cannot live on
But dreams for the masses for infinite millenniums last

Those cold hearts of stone
Those forged thoughts of woe
Imagination
Imagination

Made up of those places
Where money stands for sense
Imagination
Imagination