All spaces still breathing their green-golden light
The creaking of souls has not yet been heard
But inside this wind is a strange kind of singing
The coldness of farewells is in every thing
Oh world full of wonders how ripe is your wine
We’re harvesting madness and drink all alone
Lonely and quiet each step resounds
Only your memories are close behind

All things are still breathing their green-golden light
The beginning was good but the ending was not
The beauty of fate is revealed much too late
Only when all the world is unhinged
The sun is setting, what have I done!
The sun is setting, what have I done!

Lonely and quiet each step resounds
Only your memories are close behind