And maybe it was not me - so be still
But my heart pounds on by itself without me
And its sinews split asunder themselves
As though a scattering of light
But maybe it's so, or maybe not...
But maybe it's so, or maybe not...
And maybe it was not me - tell (me)
But the blood, it runs like a river amongst the rocks
And its vessels split asunder themselves
As though a scattering of light
But maybe it's so, or maybe not...
But maybe it's so, or maybe not...
And the floe and the fever will touch you - hold on, come to
A serene and simple hand flipping through the days
And its strands split asunder themselves
As though a scattering of light
But maybe it's so, or maybe not...
But maybe it's so, or maybe not...