Hlavy - Zrní

We go

both in our course

in our own

move away

Going

and still talking

in a low voice

two paces

Our two heads

the ranks of the big stone faces

hiding the impress

of old time

Come out from soft ground

For the ages

reek and shout

ghosts of the past

From without and from within

on and on and on and on

We go

and have ourselves in our heads

in the dark

Going

and unreeling the thread

leaving traces

A sea breeze

the evening sea breeze blows over

fixed heads

And inside is big space

big dark stone space

And the footprints

of the past

still reek and shout

From without and from within

on and on and on and on