Idioma Origen:
Call it doxon
It was the one and
in the one the whole.
All the paths were
alive in the hole
Once the nodes lived
once the stars danced
the roads finished
while time converted.
No, it was no more the same
the line was there to go
it had already awaken
the imagined road
the lived
How could it be?
that time belonged to mind
Remember the steps,
they showed it the lens
the lens was as safe
as the mind was strafed.
Now that was gone,
the node was undone,
the whole was the one,
and the line was the throne
They threw stones to the node,
until the node bit,
they learned that,
when the stone is hard,
the nodes are shard
the nodes decided
the paths imagined
Remember the steps,
they showed it the lens
the lens was as safe
as the mind was strafed.
Now that was gone,
the node was undone,
the whole was the one,
and the line was the throne
It waited as long as time
until all time redime
Idioma Destino:
Call it doxon
It was the one and
in the one the whole.
All the paths were
alive in the hole
Once the nodes lived
once the stars danced
the roads finished
while time converted.
No, it was no more the same
the line was there to go
it had already awaken
the imagined road
the lived
How could it be?
that time belonged to mind
Remember the steps,
they showed it the lens
the lens was as safe
as the mind was strafed.
Now that was gone,
the node was undone,
the whole was the one,
and the line was the throne
They threw stones to the node,
until the node bit,
they learned that,
when the stone is hard,
the nodes are shard
the nodes decided
the paths imagined
Remember the steps,
they showed it the lens
the lens was as safe
as the mind was strafed.
Now that was gone,
the node was undone,
the whole was the one,
and the line was the throne
It waited as long as time
until all time redime