Texty:
Arachnes In Praise Of Science

The time is like an hammer on me, I taste a love without solution for us. Fine, like your black eyes, like our days and your smile, and we know

A child in the womb, magic silence of the life, easy, like the sky and the sea, always. Day after day, step by step, the things are clear, the

It's complicated, the streets are full, and I look at the sky, tonight; all the things are so dark, and the air is strange, my heart is strange, and

My house is a great black sky And I look at the things with my eyes of ice My life is an empty cage And my dreams are full of disjointed numbers