In the dark and gloomy, endless forest,
When the lights of night were on the Earth,
In deep darkness of the night, these roles,
Gone to fire, than became too worth.
In the darkness of the past, of going love,
I have found those days and frozen feelings,
In the gloom of forest's marvelous show,
I have found the other clear, healing.
Under moon, beetween the other lights,
A lot of fair stars have found their house,
The moon is going. Where? Lots of nights
Can't say. It's only gloom in chaos.
Shadows, fire and lots of black and sorrow,
Night is flying, going, calls us to the dying,
Night is getting chaos, changes slowly,
Someone sleeps and someone's crying.
In the lights of youngest, sorrowed sounds,
Lots of nights will go away from here, oh no,
A lot of stars, those go away in crowds,
They are sleeping, let they go.