Spirit of all silence I can’t hear you But I’m afraid that we’ll hear you And I don’t know Where to begin As I don’t know Where to begin Somewhere in our deserts, there are forests With endless acres before us But we don’t know Where they begin But we all know That they begin again I lost my strength completely Oh be near me In tired affairs And winter winds in our hair Autumn myths And flowers on the table Is it real or a fable? Well I suppose That ends never end So we don’t know where they begin Season shifts will guide us They are keeping The silhouettes of our freedom They sing to the songs, we sang for our past They’ll bring in songs we’ll sing for our past I see their signal search light strike me In the window of my room Where I got nothing to prove No, I got nothing to prove I forgive you mother I can hear you But I long not to fear you Your endless roads lead to no end So every road Meets us again With admiration passing through me Tell the willow and five red hens That they will see us again In every season again