The sun breaks over the night pasture,
falls into the night, steals my peace of mind.
Quiet in the winter.
Darkness softens the bright yellow,
The cold is greeted with a gentle rain as the new falls,
The night is young as blue.< br/>The fan suffocates the scent of summer.
Winter takes over.
Hope came with spring
but did not live long here in Góumanuð,< br/>died in pain,
pride killed that weak hope.
Quiet in winter rain.
Rain over our lives,
from afar In the morning love is the springtime,
the heart is the springtime,
now the grave is in the fall.
Winter takes over.
The soft tones of the moss sleeping in the deep winter,
a soft shadow eaten up by the near gray.
Sleeping a bad sleep, in what colors do I dream?
Did the colorless night pass maybe into his mind?
I didn't find God in the old book scraps,
no happiness in a bottle, nothing left my path.
Kill them ur feet bad dreams.
Conscience gnaws soul terror in bad times.

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