With the noise of this world, I ran a long way,
through the thicket, to that wild place,
which between hidden stones,
offered me its protection and wise silence.
Breathe out
everything that hurts;
I saw a red fox in the silvery grayness.
His dark glances asked:
Is the light already dimming?
Let us hide the both of us
in the song I wrote
about trees which alone
move in the dream.
The rustling of their leaves,
let us listen to it together there.
Run and dare it
run to me
In the protection of the stones
I find my way to you
Close your eyes
Let yourself fall
Find the magic in everything
He led me to the glowing stone between the roots.
There the night has united with the morning
His dream is as old as our existence
Nothing stays as it was, nothing is as it seems.
Breathe out,
Hear my heart
I saw a red fox in the silvery grayness.