All those voices

(sounds of the forest, wind in the treetops, footsteps.)(introduction) I'm back in the forest, I'm walking along the path towards myself. And even if it's just a dream in September, I'm walking on the ground. If I close my eyes I'm not walking alone. How much longer do I have to go? I'd like to put down roots, Grow through the cold and darkness, Become part of something bigger And the pines rustle, like the sea rustles. And the voices fall silent for a moment. All those voices that my memory has preserved in the darkness. All those who are not there. Who are not on earth. And even if it's just a dream in September, I'm walking on the ground. If I close my eyes I'm not walking alone. And the pines rustle, like the sea rustles. No matter how deep a trace I leave, September will not remember my voice, the earth will appropriate it for itself, but I stubbornly say - I'm here! I walk along the path Towards myself. And the pines rustle, like the sea rustles. And the voices fall silent for a moment. All those voices that my memory has preserved in the darkness. All those who are not. Who are not on earth.