Forest Poetry piosenki

Um Mitternacht, wenn die Menschen erst schlafen, Auf Wiesen an den Erlen Wir suchen unsern Raum Und wandeln and singen Und tanzen einen Traum. (W. Goethe) 

When the spring comes leafless Reality isn't but a dream A neverending dream about a single leaf in a ladscape of rotten bushes and trees 

The forests hide inside themselves The portals to distant corners of universe... This reality is just a part of the whole, Somewhere else I see all the stars falling... 

Where the light never shines Corpses are hanging on the trees Rotten and forgotten No crows dare to feed from them 

As the roads go ever on and on The trees proudly stand along... watching... Keepers of an ancient wisdom Their tops reach the skies Their long roots Sink deep into the ground