WINTER

Thoughts are passing, dark and grey,
winternight is winterday
The ice cold wind cold mind
is blowing needles in my skin and blind
Stagnated in the silence of snow
the tear melted a small but deep hole
and finally frozen and conservated
not worried, allready dead and burried,
under the ground
the seed waits for warmth to burst

And I throw some more woods on my stove, my fire inside
I´m hungry for growth, I 'm hungry for light
I throw some more wood on the stove, my fire inside
I´m hungry for growth
and to overcome this never ending night

Like the ducks I´m moving in circles
to keep my water free from ice
My blood is running
away from being paralised
Damp is leaving my mouth
next year I will follow the goose on their way south
Thoughts are passing, dark and grey,
winternight is winterday
My seeds are waiting for warmth to burst

And I throw some more wood in my stove, my fire inside
I am hungry for growth, I 'm hungry for light
I throw some more wood in the stove, my fire inside
I´m hungry for growth
to overcome this never ending night