Bjork Pagan Poetry(Языческая поэзия)

Pedalling through The dark currents I find An accurate copy A blueprint Of the pleasure In me Swirling black lilies totally ripe A secret code carved Swirling black lilies totally ripe A secret code carved He offers A handshake Crooked Five fingers They form a pattern Yet to be matched On the surface simplicity But the darkest pit in me It s pagan poetry Pagan poetry Morse coding signals (signals) They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up (Pulsate) from my hibernating On the surface simplicity Swirlin