I am walking home before the eve
My eyes are on the ground
and mind is tired1
The road that goes on alone
seems too long
As the last one at night, still
I am on this road
How long more can I
remain on this road?
When your gaze inside me,
when your voice still resounds
Is this path too long?
Is eternity waiting for me?
Will I still ever
meet you however?
Or do I have to be disappointed with myself?
How long more
There are these thoughts
circling in my head
thousands (of them)
but still you don´t-won´t hear them.
1. i have almost keine Ahnung what it means in Estonian