Oh, that song wanders, in the echo of old promises. In the chill of autumn, in the loneliness of people, the wind carries it to the graves. Oh, that sorrowful song, a hand longing for chords! Gently placed into the soul. With the touch of a heart, the string cracks. Hidden when a person is mute, its secret rustles in the leaves, drops stroke the houses in rhythm, it softly hums through the whole world. Oh, that distant song, even the stars sang it. Its echo remained in the heart, again and again we played it. A quiet whisper in the nave, loses itself in the echo of stone. A forgotten map that has no codes, the path to the treasure, lost. Oh, that song... Oh, that song... Oh, that song, quiet, distant. Oh, that song, the melody of candles, a drop of wax on the king’s grave! Love’s cry, a thorny crown, a silent stream that topples houses.
