And now that the monster is stifled to the ground,
the road of familiarity burnt
and fear has secretly sneaked into a spring mattress?
Did it maybe come to life?
And you have to trust again that it will happen.
Whatever happens
remember that you are a beautiful person.
Still there grows a tree,
the roots strengthen,
your hand reaches towards the firmament, yes
Believe so or slowly you shall wither.
And now that your compass spins broken
and the almanac becomes deserted?
Your stem becomes tired from the wind,
already (tired) from fate's design,
from it's mischievousness the mouth is parched.
And you have to trust again that it will happen.
Whatever happens
remember that you are a beautiful person.
Still there grows a tree,
the roots strengthen,
your hand stretches to the firmament, yes
Believe so or slowly you shall wither.
Whatever happens
remember that you are a beautiful person.
Still there grows a tree,
the roots strengthen,
your hand reaches towards the firmament, yes
What happened happened...
Whatever happens
remember that you are a beautiful person there.
Believe so, believe so or slowly you shall wither.