Franz-Hanke - L.Sid- мой Дом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The house for everyone is their own. For some, these are only four concrete walls, for others - all the apartments in which they are welcome guests, for the third - the whole land, from the edge to the edge, their tongue is the key to all doors. But my house has no floor or ceiling, there are no walls or doors. The radiance of each particle of being in the darkness of non -being is my house. Waves of the energy of the eternal ocean, ephemeral as if the wind is its frame. The lack of support is its foundation. The sincere sensation of the eternal, pure, sacred horror is a manifestation of respect for the owner of this house ...