The edge; shining; fear
Someone else's house
On the way through a burnt-down doorway
The rush of hurrying steps
Erased the name and the next day
Has erased the name and the day
An hour later I'll come back to life as a colored river
[I'll] go over the living darkness in form of a shallow wind
Barking; shining; fear
Someone else's house
An operated animal at the doors
Speaks its own language
And it doesn't need my speech
Let me go
I'll leave my voice, my withered forest, my refuge
Just to see clean hands in my sleep
Death; shining; fear
Someone else's house
Everything is in its right place, nothing is wrong
A battling draw
Will stop all words and clocks for a time
Let me go