Rulbrah

(Blackie / Big Boss)

(Rullbrah:)
I'm learning the anxiety of happiness,
it seemed deceitful long ago, but words of praise urge
to birth
a harbinger of butterfly flight.

(Rullbrah:)
Glory of spite, delight of blood,
Happiness of happy - go luckies
and the forever mute,
of strong only in beauty and vulnerability
living in the sorrow of their souls.

(Propeth:)
I come acorss happiness
without looking for it,
lost in the bottom of bitterness
in the garden of faded flowers.

(Rullbrah:)
I'm listening to the whispering of voices,
about the blossomed solitude of anandoned eyes,
solitude agitates my heart.
Rullbrah and Prophet : I will no
longer, may be when I wake up...