Isolated in my warm amber So frail and beautiful How long will you protect me From these souvenirs I can't remember The roots of my ache are hidden In your wooden and saintly frame Accompanying the sunset of my soul Forging my house built in sorrow The night is falling The stars are calling me My last breath is a present To the Oak that made me leave To the Oak that made me leave White pearl flowing on my skin Reflecting the green trees Aspiring what remains From my heart on this earth The darkness swallows me On its unknown circle Just to make it brighter And to finally devour my pain White pearl flowing on my skin Reflecting the green trees Aspiring what remains From my heart on this earth The darkness swallows me On its unknown circle Just to make it brighter And to finally devour my pain