the forest I'm talking with the trees I want to tell them the story of mankind - isn't it too late?a?? The singing winds in the maze of trees the
When the bound of day falls sky-line glows as your passion the scent of anquish small though only such futile impression A night queen runs along
Masses of snow high above my head I didn't know that snow can be black I'm lying on icy ground... the end is coming dark derides me Black cold makes
And another waiting ... thousands of days disappear in the fog And another dream ... the gallery of grey faces And another forgotten faces ... it
The silence..the silence and the dark neverending tunnel in empty space the movement... the only movement and the whole empire of silence is forever
inside the forest I'm talking with the trees I want to tell them the story of mankind - isn't it too late?? The singing winds in the maze of trees
