Birds still go quietly in the fields
Everything has been plought for nothing
I thought I'd die here
The hardest thing is to keep going
Then again, I'd lose if I give up now
I'll see this through
Let that be my final solace
Untold right:
You took your mercy on your own
Know that I never told about anything
Ever
A stone grew to my chest
The grave has already been closed
And now, after a lifetime,
I have to come back here
Everything looks smaller
And the swing is missing from the birch
Let me go
Help me fly
Yet I would go behind the sky
And stay there, far away
The rowans are still in place
I looked out the window at the stars
and wished to be with them, far away
It's too late to ask for that
It's too late to ask for that
Somehow even my eyes
Are old already
As if someone embraces the darkness
Wants to go to the shadows
I would replace it all
The stone is heavy to carry with
Open waters would talk in the mornings
How beautiful the land is.