Ancient stone could be The silent screen where God lies motionless Waiting for foreigner
Time...slowly fading away And the light...consuming end of the day Coming night...falling sun Tired eyes...losing tracks on the way
Delicate and far The pure river's flowing there on the peaks of time Too realities collide Look (at) the mistakes of all mankind.. and know "What is yours here you'll find In uncontaminated roots of you life Whisper confined"
Time...slowly fading away And the light...consuming end of the day Coming night...falling sun Tired eyes...losing tracks on the way
Scavenger of pain Is guiding you on the stairs of soul Ready now to tell