A poesía pagana de Björk

Pedaling through
The dark currents
I find an accurate copy
A blueprint of the pleasure in me
(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)

A secret code carved
A secret code carved
(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)

He offers a handshake
Crooked five fingers
They form a pattern
Yet to be matched

On the surface simplicity
(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
But the darkest pit in me
Is pagan poetry
(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
Pagan poetry

Morse coded signals
They pulsate
They wake me up
From my hibernate

On the surface simplicity
(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
But the darkest pit in me
Is pagan poetry
(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
Pagan poetry

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Pedalexando a través

de correntes escuras 

atopo unha copia adecuada

unha pegada dixital azul do meu pracer

(Remuíño negro de lirios totalmente macios)