On the streams drifting down the hills
In rafts only built for being smashed
Passing mountains, lakes and woods
But being blind for all impacts
Sitting still so full of fear
Of keeling over, being drowned
Passing beauties, outpacing joy
Never stopping this tiny raft
Slowly sinking in fantasies
Of our childhood, of happy days
Ignoring beauty but feeling fear
Not to fulfil our fates
Rivers of heart
Playing all the leading parts
Rivers of hate
Destroy our fates
These rivers of hate
Trying us for being faint
These rivers of joy
Pretending we´ll fulfil our fates
These Rivers of heart
Tearing all our dreams apart
Getting steeper, fast and rough
It will be written, the final page
Will reach the bottom, reach the end
Of the rivers of heart
These rivers of hate
Trying us for being faint
These rivers of joy
Pretending we´ll fulfil our fates
These Rivers of heart
Tearing all our dreams apart