Cross the ridge in winter on your own. Distances in darkness, a heart of stone. Cross the pass in blindness but for the moon. Lose the path and find it far from home.
Turning gray with winter right through your bones. Distances like driftwood so far from shore. Rivers to the sea will find their way - Through hills and valleys gold they'll never stay.
We all run like the river wild in the hills - All at once we wander away.
One by one, I watch them falling. In the end what was I wanting? Find my way back where I came from, Lonely lights through lonely pines will lead.
In the air I hear them calling. Oh my brothers all is fallen. In the end what have we gotten? Lonely lights through lonely pines will guide.
Cross the ridge out in the darkness. Hear the wolves call in the forest. Wind through woods thinned from the winter. There is no way, no way back now.
Cross the ridge out in the darkness. Hear the leaves crash in the forest. In the air I see them falling. Take the air now, take them all out.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
