Paroles:
[December 1997]
Return from yourself, the reaper of my fields
Return, for you are needed
For the one yet to be born
The child cries out your name, the night whispers to me
In the streets the screams are alive
And they will always be
White veils hanging still, waiting for you and me
The forest still awaits, let us runacross
Return, for the morning maybe never
And the breeding is still untouched
Return, maybe I fade away
Before the sun, but not the stares
They still weep the centuries in your name
For the moon still is what it was
Your name and the closed gate
The stares shine for hours, like the fields never reaped
Return for the sun that has it's wings widespread
The horizons sleep in a story
My feelings glare at thee
As their mornings end, my mourning begins
My pain is much for you; I shall let you breathe,
Open skies tasteful depths, green seas and you and me
Return, since I caress the young Since pathos burns in me,
Merge me; blend me, into sorrow
Shade me with trees of grief
Touch me; winds of pain come touch me,
Burn me pathos; burn me if you can,
Now that what I have become,
Time is in immortal soils
Sing, and dance for my return
Return from yourself, the reaper of my fields
Return, for you are needed
For the one yet to be born
The child cries out your name, the night whispers to me
In the streets the screams are alive
And they will always be
White veils hanging still, waiting for you and me
The forest still awaits, let us runacross
Return, for the morning maybe never
And the breeding is still untouched
Return, maybe I fade away
Before the sun, but not the stares
They still weep the centuries in your name
For the moon still is what it was
Your name and the closed gate
The stares shine for hours, like the fields never reaped
Return for the sun that has it's wings widespread
The horizons sleep in a story
My feelings glare at thee
As their mornings end, my mourning begins
My pain is much for you; I shall let you breathe,
Open skies tasteful depths, green seas and you and me
Return, since I caress the young Since pathos burns in me,
Merge me; blend me, into sorrow
Shade me with trees of grief
Touch me; winds of pain come touch me,
Burn me pathos; burn me if you can,
Now that what I have become,
Time is in immortal soils
Sing, and dance for my return
