The night is dark. I am slowly laying my head to rest Please do not disturb The old moss growing on the rocks The songs echoes through my mind Let them subside there forever My obligations are fulfilled The moss already grows in my hair
I throw myself into the ravage sea Maybe I'm missing myself but the waves are high I have no time to think I'm a master of waves I laugh with the birds Forgetting myself left ashore
The giants moves quickly by my side. Dwellings rotted in me. Others may see but mostly are blind. I can never reach the hight of the giants. They may no longer be by my side. Maybe I'm one of them but blind, Maybe I'm not.