From my dreams I remember your shining visage
the joy and sadness like the rising Sun
Like strings strum the trees in the woods
Where there hanged won't be wept
Just so that our days would be measured in full
Just so that at the end of twilight there'd be light
The narrow path to Paradise goes through nightmares,
monsters, stranger things, merchantmonsters,
tower one can't forget,
forget, can't one the tower
and the path to Paradise
shorter grows that road!
shorter grows that road!
'tis a story of creation, of eternal tomorrow,
yesterday's happiness and the present ever retreating,
and when the child is born, it eats us alive
eats us from the inside until we are parents
High summer day, endless horizon
Falcon's flight to the wondrous, threatening blue
where messengers on dusty highways tread
Sun-struck their shoulders on their way.