At the edge of the sky
Birds are flying high
The sun i burning on
All the clowds are gone
Shadows of trees and fading leaves
Bees carrying flowers' pollens like little thieves
Over the tranquil lake and the serpent roads
There are little butterflies and giant toads
Sound of the sea, sound of the wind
Feels like heaven, though I have sinned
Ashes to ashes, I rest my soul
The show is over, I've played my role
For the years will testify
But for now my child, I have to leave
Goodbye!