Wide fields ahead I feel the sun again Though there is no joy Coming over me
The shadows cover up What darkness couldn´t see A million unknown strangers Have died but not for me
Only the good ones die in summer Softly, as does no other Will they reach the perfect silence? Or roaming ´round a thousand miles? You will know... When you die in summer.
Straight ahead I make my way Through the madness in a day I gather all my sorrow With the sun beating down aside
The shadows cover up What darkness would never be Slightly groping hands Reaching out for me
Only the good ones die in summer Softly, as does no other Will they reach the perfect silence? Or roaming ´round a thousand miles? You will know... When you die in summer.
In the shadow of a dying tree I find myself Waiting for silence Desperation is my friend
Only the good ones die in summer Softly, as does no other Will I reach the perfect silence? Or roaming ‘round a thousand miles? I would know... If I died in summer