| He sat below it and listen in, | |
| Listen in to all what it told... | |
| And at the time come that unknown | |
| Come from nowhere and behind no one | |
| His lips whisper unknown words | |
| Never heard and delusive | |
| Words as a cares enchanting | |
| Arousal, beauty and emotion | |
| Like silver breeze stroke | |
| That lovesome and silent words | |
| Melodies sounds out of his lips | |
| And people listen to the unknown | |
| But yet so imminent | |
| And then...... | |
| Then like dazed, everyone | |
| Old mans and children, woman and mans | |
| Went away, no one knows where | |
| Went away for ever, without return | |
| And nobody already see them | |
| Only he sat along under it | |
| And listen in to all what it tell | |
| The tree tell its story along | |
| The tree tell its story along | |
| I am driving a horse among shadows, flashes of storm, roaring in space,it is raining blood, knee- deep wading in the mourn,butterfly of ruin waved its wings, lit up clouds dropped down to ground, | |
| Death is smiling and dancing on graves, like furious,obsessed with her desire for life, grievous rage ... |