Are you growing lonely? Or do I avoid searching for closeness?!
I’ve not seen you for a long time, nor did I scrape you
We are getting lost, somewhere on these vast streets of the city
It was always my greatest fear, if I returned one day, I wouldn’t even recognize you…
Home are you of deepest winters
What bothers you? What brings you here?
Are you the one, not knowing hindsight?
Tell me, what brings you here? What will make you leave?
I praised you in my songs at places all over the world
Again and again, but in the last years mostly far away from home
But winter tears us more and more apart, it not only takes your light
Night shall finally tear up what it unleashed in you a long time ago
Yet I’m still used to writing letters to the void
From which I haven’t received one single answer in all the years
Apathy seems to lag behind inexpressible afar
And a winter fable will never know autumns colours
Cause winter won’t vanish, winter is…
I roam these abandoned places in the back of beyond, thousand miles away from home
But in my thoughts I’m still with you, always at your grave
Winter urges and imprisons me undeterred deeper and deeper in the mountains heart
But in my thoughts I was never gone, always at our grave
Home are you of deepest winters
What bothers you? What brings you here?
Are you the one, not knowing hindsight?
Tell me, what brings you here? What will ever make you leave?