Thoughts are carried away by morning storm,
(I having a walk, slowly).
In my soul spreads hopeless space,
And wind of regret appears from music.
Once again there is rustle, swans in the air,
I silently ask you to leave.
I only meet the days of loneliness,
And only silence is my suitor.
Maybe a friend remembers me somewhere,
As one burned by nights.
Now Im in coffin, heart is at rest,
Procession is following, quiet companion.
Maybe there are lots of roses around the grave,
And maybe Mary weeps, head bowed.
The moon is silent and the sky is so high,
A dawn is coming, like a canopy.
