the only thing my eyes see
is a very long way
hopeless trees are screaming
for their eternal sleep
birds are floating in the air
between life and death
even the most wonderful colours turn to black
a long way is the only thing
my eyes can see
with a painful step
I begin my trip
memories are playing in my mind
with every move I make,
nature dies when I pass by
a long lonely way
I fall on my knees and start crying
slowly I fall asleep
the cold ground takes me in this deep coma
everything is black
and then I see your face
for the very last time...