The silence of the woods
dances with the early light of moon.
Hues golden and pure
cross the horizon
veiled by some dreamy clouds.
I smell the scent of the seasons
mixing with the passing of years.
I go down the twilight
through the abyss of my eyes.
I see my past
slip out of my hands.

The hours of day are limited
and those of night are lost.
Last years don't count any more,
the years to come are all for you.

In a foolish world
full of troubles,
with unhappy lives
and with long slow deaths.
Those who think of the future
are crushed
and those who wait for justice
are disappointed.

Whoever walks alone
is a little hero,
while whoever lives by love
gets little.

The annals of history
are full of fools
while there are not many
for good souls.
Those who think of the future
are crushed
and those who wait for justice
are disappointed.

Empty words don't help at all, 'cause
they're like leaves blown about by the wind.
Unstop the bottle of life and drink it all,
taking from it all the scents, sights and sounds.