I am so tired
here listening the night, I listen to myself
only at night I hear the spirits who
take me, drag me away
In my dream I see a house, see a yard
in which tall hay grows
brush leaning against the front door
and no-one looking out of the window
The light of the moon frozen on the river surface
From the yard, from the hay you'd find
an old well, if only you'd look
I walk to shore, to the sauna
basis of which is covered with a bush
The light of the moon frozen on the river surface
swans swim downstream
I used to watch the as a kid by the sauna
wanted to travel with them
The light of the moon frozen on the wall surface!
You'd think you'd find happiness
from childhood landscapes
here you'd have to search for them
and I don't dare to search, dare to remember
As I wake up it's quiet
the light of the moon frozen on the wall surface
I have to settle for little
to a fridge, a remote control
now my soul stares at me
from the snow on the TV
and as I look it over my stomach
I know, I am nothing
The light from the moon frozen on the wall surface