Coil
Kala
Dawn is the sacred hour Dawn is the sacred hour Saffron and rose-coloured it throws open the doors of the skyMists, like evil spirits, shrink and shrivel Vanish into thin air The sun pierces them through and throughIt lights the recesses of cavelike shrines Flashes on the brass and copper vessels of bathers in the river Pure graceOnce the breath goes out, it's fit to burnYour head Your turban, artfully arranged, will adorn it With the beaks of crows Ah Your bones will burn like tinder Your hair will burn like hayWhile Vishnu reclines on a serpent called Endless Don't fear death; welcome it Ahh Ahh Once the breath goes out, mmm Letras de cancionesOnce the breath goes out, it's fit to burn Ahh AhhDawn is the sacred hourWorld Secular or social interests as distinguished from the religious or spiritual Nah nah Here's the cause of it all It's a house of tricksLife has slipped away No-one is left on the road And in each direction, the evening dark has comeMah mah (They will consecrate several sacred threads ...???... faced with ...???... that served each of the castles ...???... special ...???... of purification ...???) Here's the cause of it all (It's a house of tricks) It's a house of tricks Ignore the world Ignore the world Ignore the worldAhh
From Letras Mania