Beneath the golden sky
Are ruins that fell asleep
Their hidden iron gates
Are opening as if in recollection
As the unexplored flower garden within
Overflows with a
Mysterious fragrance
It's with a hazy nostalgia
And a little bit of sadness
That I lose my words
And walk into the illusions
The horned beasts within
Face towards me with gentle eyes
Standing still...
In the twilight
The golden light fills it up
And burning in its flames
Is this beautiful garden
And while I count
One-by-one
The thousands
Of dreaming roses
The days
That I spent my time in there
Are now in the distant past
And yet
I have a feeling
That they did happen at all...
Are ruins that fell asleep
Their hidden iron gates
Are opening as if in recollection
As the unexplored flower garden within
Overflows with a
Mysterious fragrance
It's with a hazy nostalgia
And a little bit of sadness
That I lose my words
And walk into the illusions
The horned beasts within
Face towards me with gentle eyes
Standing still...
In the twilight
The golden light fills it up
And burning in its flames
Is this beautiful garden
And while I count
One-by-one
The thousands
Of dreaming roses
The days
That I spent my time in there
Are now in the distant past
And yet
I have a feeling
That they did happen at all...