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