Przeginia

... I know you, this scent is so familiar, a nocturnal shimmer of damp woody earth rises up. But I know it's true that visions are rarely all they seem, I lie there bedded in moss. But if I know you, I only...

Your dense, white smoke rises, The one as in days long gone To us a reminder and comfort at the same time, Let us divine the bliss. Already thousands of years ago Was your blessed fragrance Offered to the wild...