Under my night cry
Heart burns in the heat of wind
Above your soul i dance in twilight
Shine of night, shine of worlds
At the roots of trees i speak
Ancient statues listen
Above my head the birds are flying
Cutting the dead silence
You feel like me
I feel like you
You dance with me
I dance with you
I´m talking, self-talking
You´re talking, parael-talking
Cutting the dead silence
Self