Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can
And no one called us to the land
And no one crosses there alive
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun
Almost…
Psytrance Klassiker aus den Tagen als das neue Jahrtausend noch Jung und Unschuldig war...
Aufgenommen am Morgen des 1.1.2020 in der Technoküche.