Into the fir trees

Into the fir trees

There where I last saw her

The evening is throwing a cloth upon the land

Upon the ways behind the edge of the forest

It is so black and empty

Birds sing no more

 

Without you I cannot be

With you I am alone too

Without you I count the hours

With you the seconds stand still

They aren't worth it

 

On the branches in the ditches

It's now silent and without life

Breathing becomes so hard

 

Hear my mind

Done