Pandora Songtext
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Pandora Songtext
A shiny piece of art
Lies in the depth of life
Do not work the clay
For the sake of humankind
A vault of cold and dark
Pictures of the past
Framed in hope and vice
A bone breaks the silence lasts
You better cease from blocking her way
You better cease from telling her what to do
Just let her be wherever she wants
Do not try to twist her soul
I wish her mind keeps closed
All the terror of the past
Her thoughts don′t have words
Every day she endures the gates to hell
I wish her mind keeps closed
What burns the simple soul?
What steers the hungry mind? What taints the charms of life?
Eyes of grace and wisdom
Don't try to speak
You′ll miss the way
Eldering and inspiring
She dances the path in unison
You better cease from blocking her way
You better cease from telling her what to do
Just let her be wherever she wants
Do not try to twist her soul
I wish her mind keeps closed
All the terror of the past
Her thoughts don't have words
Every day she endures the gates to hell
I wish her mind keeps closed
What burns the simple soul?
What steers the hungry mind?
What taints the charms of life?
Lies in the depth of life
Do not work the clay
For the sake of humankind
A vault of cold and dark
Pictures of the past
Framed in hope and vice
A bone breaks the silence lasts
You better cease from blocking her way
You better cease from telling her what to do
Just let her be wherever she wants
Do not try to twist her soul
I wish her mind keeps closed
All the terror of the past
Her thoughts don′t have words
Every day she endures the gates to hell
I wish her mind keeps closed
What burns the simple soul?
What steers the hungry mind? What taints the charms of life?
Eyes of grace and wisdom
Don't try to speak
You′ll miss the way
Eldering and inspiring
She dances the path in unison
You better cease from blocking her way
You better cease from telling her what to do
Just let her be wherever she wants
Do not try to twist her soul
I wish her mind keeps closed
All the terror of the past
Her thoughts don't have words
Every day she endures the gates to hell
I wish her mind keeps closed
What burns the simple soul?
What steers the hungry mind?
What taints the charms of life?
Writer(s): Denis Valentinovych Poliakov Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com