Here in front of what there is There are not rows of really green grass Up there, on the hill, what's going on? It's her white and ancient house Where is earth without life Grey hair tell and explain Because branches embracing us they howl Forms of life Draw the sky, I feel you, cursed man, I know you are alive Who, alive, here, inside Tired man, creatures of the night 'Cause crumbled walls are telling us Dry land will be, it's corner where it works I want to reach a loft where there is something White man, it rains within Water, here comes the winter Because branches embracing us they howl Forms of life Draw the sky, I feel you, cursed man, I know you are alive