In the depot my train has got stuck.
I am leaving again. It's time...
Wind got tired of waiting for me on the porch.
On the porch waits the fall - a sister of mine.
After these red-yellow days
The cold winter will start and will end.
You are all the woe from my wit,
Don't be sad, look with cheer again.
And I will come back home
With a shield or I might be brought in on it,
All in silver or in dire misery
But as soon as I can.
Tell me story of those who got tired
From the merciless dramas out there,
Of the shrine all made out of broken hearts
And of those who make way to this shrine.
After these red-yellow days
The cold winter will start and will end.
You are all the woe from my wit,
Don't be sad, look with cheer again.
And I will come back home
With a shield or I might be brought in on it,
All in silver or in dire misery
But as soon as I can.
I've had a dream: the world is governed by love,
I've had a dream: the world is governed by dream.
And above it the fine star is shining bright,
I've awakened with knowledge - the woe [awaits].
After these red-yellow days
The cold winter will start and will end.
You are all the woe from my wit,
Don't be sad, look with cheer again.
And I will come back home
With a shield or I might be brought in on it,
All in silver or in dire misery
But as soon as I can.