The forest-castle. The wind-felled trees
Are warders at the gates.
I went too far, enjoying the bliss.
Don't call me. It's too late.
I went alone, I couldn't remain.
A thousand years ago
I tried to run away from the rain
To wait until the snow.
And dawn, and dusk are felt like a rhyme,
Oblivion goes instead.
Well it's so great to spend time
In the twilight, going mad.
Soggy soil.
My feet turn to moss,
Even though
I try to go at pace.
Damp wind blows
Around my glowing face.
The clouds are crying with no sound.
Just tears. Drop by drop.
The leaves like souls are falling down.
The rain will never stop.
Soggy soil.
My roots turn to moss,
Even though
I keep on taking drugs.
Damp wind blows
Around my wrinkled bark.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN