Between Hope and Reality - Cân Bardd

This is a song for the cursed

No one knows when the end comes

Far away there is maybe an elixir for me

When winter comes in my land

This curse seems to be noble

But is it really a curse to love loneliness ?

This coldness It makes me feel alive

The sun is hiding

Behind the fog and the clouds

The wind in my hair

Takes me back into my dreams

And drops me off

In my snowy landscape

This is the song of my fall

Slowly plunging me into the snow

I feel my skin getting cold

And my bones becoming frail

During this time my soul is escaping through nature

My body's dying and assimilated by the ground and its life

I remember the meadow

I remember the feelings

When the grass caressed my being

And when the sorrow took me

I remember the forest

I remember the fall of leaves

When the mold was all coated

And my sadness won't leave me

Now I can see this beautiful world

Without any trouble

Painting my own travel

And finally my own landscape

The song of the breeze wakes me up

It sings in harmony with the crying river

And the whispering trees

The fog dressing up the mountains

With its most beautiful coat

I can only admire the show that nature offers me

I see the meadow

I feel the grass caressing my being

I see the forest

I see the leaves falling