Paroles de Uneven Like Clouds

Earth, warmth, death. Time wasted in building inconsistent hypothesis waiting for all is adjusted trying to justify the difference. They are asking me to act without being. Mood sensitive to variations, To air and fire's vibrations. Keep your honour and will unshakable Direct your thought to powerful stars, towards imposing aims, towards great concrete spheres. Why do things happen? Why is it always so difficult? Why is it always so complicated? Perpendicular presences undermine my concentration, Disturb, interfere, Generate hysteria and misunderstanding. Ironical... my regret is my source of energy. I feel impulse to proceed I feel impulse to be. Clouds, clouds, but branches are still dressed with leaves And for me it is still time of Spring Undisputed. Clouds...