silence - 123

There is a little quite village

On top of a hill

Where rabbits hide away

İn odd holes and corners

Piles of yellow leaves and big stones

The wind sneak in under closed windows

There you walk

On wet airy grass

A thought seems to trouble you

İ remain silent

birds,

They open their eyes wide

And tremble on the brink of tears

Two candles bloom in a vast dark room.

Black wings beating and grey ghosts of rain sigh.

There you walk

On wet airy grass

A thought seems to trouble you

İ remain silent

There you walk

On wet airy grass

A thought seems to trouble you

İ remain silent

İ remain silent