Old sources on earth
I’ve been chasing you
But I could not find
The wind was disgraced
Coldness rises out of the grind
We end like we started
Grief, sorrow and pain we’ve tarted
Life turns back to it’s sources
Birth on earth with cosmic forces
I tought of fairy tales
Who makes faults changes in a tree, a stone
But I don’t believe in tales at all!
I do believe in seasons
In day and night, in once and ever
Ever shall I find you
There was emptiness
Who would be filled
Wind who should blow
And later the sun
Who as a search light
Along the slopes would go
