Maanam - Tęcza

There are smells swimming in the sea of imagination
The ghoasts swirl, they want to be saved
In the basements memory maunders around the corners
Time of childhood, longing that burns

This is the last meaning of language
The star of destiny not discovered yet
Reality that likes to contradicts itself
The basement of the universe is the memory of everything

Happiness is a word that had felt from the moon
It doesn't know the cause and doesn't care about effects
It is between us but only for a moment
It has the nature of wind and goes away like wind

This is the history of sin, it is a child of the triangle
Sun of the rain and violent storm
History made up, with which we look good
Elusive and beautiful as a rainbow

Rainbow weather in her moves
Peacocks scream in her eyes
She goes through the street and storm
Congealed water in the pond