So, little father,
time has passed
ripping our ways.
Silence has scrambled up on
our hearts and dust has drove
in our souls by a cold and heavy wind.
Pain of death seems so far, unreal.....
So, little father,
time fades away and
death will fondle you,
sweet unknown.
Silence has scrambled up on
our hearts and dust has drove
in our souls by a cold and heavy wind.
Forever.