I will start my lonely trip at midnight
Through the mist and stones – it’s too far.
Silent sand keeps waiting, I can feel it,
And a star is talking with a star.

Heavens look so wonderful and solemn,
Shining ground is sleeping in the air…
Why am I depressed? Why am I howling,
Feeling only sickness and despair?

I was loosing all my expectations,
Now there are no doubts and no regrets.
I’m just searching for the liberation,
And I dream for being layed to rest,

But I'm frightened of these frozen bowels…
I just wish to sleep without death,
With my heart which kept its living power,
And with quiet everlasting breath;

I will lay in peace from rise till darkness,
Listening to melodies of love,
Feeling only easiness and calmness,
And the oak leaves will rustle above.