I'm walking in the fields of death,
and the leaden clouds hang over my head,
suffocating the air...
My mind is empty, a boulder crushes my soul,
and I can't feel my body.
I'm following a voice which
only the ear of my heart recognises:
your voice calling me.
Heavy silence overwhelms the sound
of my steps falling on the burnt ground,
and the withered trees loom around me
like ghosts of past forests of joy.
I'm walking as in a nightmare,
no hope, no feeling, no end...
I stumble and fall... tired, so tired....
I hear your voice desperately calling
out my name... I can't follow you
anymore, my friend. I'm sinking
into silence and sleep. The earth
feels warm; I hear it singing.
I think I'll rest here for a little eternity...