Wooden bridges in the rain of crying eaves Wax drops echoing on the palms of coppice leaves Splashing mallows of the sunset in the sky of wintry white Do I look like you being here tonight?
Do I look like you one hundred years away? Sliding down the roofs, eyes covered with a veil Crying water, stormy water of blue - Do you look like me? Do I look like you?
Fragile childish fingers holding fishy bones Acid rain engrains the air and melts the stones I can see you standing there and never daring to start Wooden bridges only having us apart...
No surrender - at the distance you stand Hands will never get the one twice as dead. Seeing each other, sharing waters and dreams I'm the same as you! You're the same as me!
Wooden bridges miles and hundred times away We are melting bones in streams of acid veil In the anise-smelling marshes and blue fields of July There we fall asleep to make one step aside...
There we're sleeping dead and buried alive Caught in rivers, trapped with grasses and vines In the amber like flies forever tamed Incorruptible and looking just the same.