There is the secret of dry woods The world of tales and different moods Asylum for lost souls like mine A place to meet the end of times
I try to scream, but all keep silence And echoe ruchs between the trees It breaks my mind with sounds of violence Becomes the terror of my dreams
The hidden images stare This feeling I can not share The sky blackens above my head And only the trees look upset
Strange shiver runs on my weak back I hear the sounds of decay
Go back, to the life where you came from I have to stay on my own My palms will be touched with the soil Because I can’t rise any more
The woods, they will save The stones of my grave And spirits will sing Their lullabies to me The secret of the woods And spiritual moods In finding the rest Of any new guest