How far can reach the songs
That a queen sings
In the empty halls
How far the wind brings them
In the quiet rooms
In the wide land
In the long winter
With cold hands...
Could you see me
In the fresh dew?
Could you go through
The green meadow?
How light would be your steps
How open would be your soul!
How extraordinary light would be the weight
How extraordinary bright would be the Light...
Could you see me
In the fresh dew?
Could you go through
The green meadow