Leif Jordansson все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Picture a garden, you are in that garden. The garden is full of narrow paths between all the pots and plants.

Each of these paths splits and leads into another two. In the end you'll have to choose which one is you.

It's a maze, a mirror palace of endless options, like an optical illusion. We can't claim it.

This is a transit area. Where the trade takes place, and the goods are exchanged. This is the venue where we let our assests roll. Where we come into play, gambling with what we are worth.