"Almighty God thou art here in the forest! I am blessed and joyous to be in your forest; Each tree resounds with your voice Oh God! What beauty! In such a forest, on high is peace, Peace to serve him. "(L. V. Beethoven) Silents Here is the life Out of the world Out of my body I fly through the woods The undergrowth and its thorns Take my last fear; my pain I left here In den Hӧhen ist Ruhe IMH zu didnen Silents Here was my life Out of the world I fly through the woods I am the undergrowth and its thorns I am your fear i'm your pain Would you be a part of him So go to where the trees speak Where the peace is Where the forest is the deepest Would you be a part of me So come to where the trees speak Where the peace is Where the forest is the ONE So the trees are ours Let them grow with the warmness of our love Breathe the innocent air To the end of all time