The path is cold and dark, no stars in the sky
Leafless trees, scratch the new arrival, touching with cold hands
the foreigner
Who searches for his place
Spirits of lonely ones, hail the wonderer,
And lapse back to quietness, to sow the seeds from which we are fed
It has become time to, leave the paralyzed seas
And open the gate, of the new beginning
March this way with your heart, close your eyes from the past
Don't fall from this path
'Cos then the morning never comes again