Isolated in my warm amber
So frail and beautiful
How long will you protect me
From these souvenirs I can't remember
The roots of my ache are hidden
In your wooden and saintly frame
Accompanying the sunset of my soul
Forging my house built in sorrow
The night is falling
The stars are calling me
My last breath is a present
To the Oak that made me leave
To the Oak that made me leave
White pearl flowing on my skin
Reflecting the green trees
Aspiring what remains
From my heart on this earth
The darkness swallows me
On its unknown circle
Just to make it brighter
And to finally devour my pain
White pearl flowing on my skin
Reflecting the green trees
Aspiring what remains
From my heart on this earth
The darkness swallows me
On its unknown circle
Just to make it brighter
And to finally devour my pain
