Nude brilliant people on the garden of ancient world
Sounds of Gods, Sounds of the Heaven
No words were inventioned still, no one spoke
Except an old musician
Down on that world the Sound was a natural song
A pleasure for the heart and the ear
You see the movies saying everything was wrong
I can't believe what I hear
Up in this world the Sound
is called a son of b*ch
Fallen on the mouths of rap-death man
All TV channels go mad for idiots under their skin
Which say seriously "I am a hen"
And now I'm tired of this dirty f**king noise
You have to listen to those
Sounds The world has given more than one choice just for you Classical, Heavy, Pop and Blues would stay hearing a deaf blind man
No need of thinking yet of world's conclusions
Leaving his shining Sounds scattered through the air
The old musician Sounds-old ilusions