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