He last birds leaving all of these dying lands

the golden splendour is not here to stay

the crystal air cuts in our frozen hands

You are nine thousand miles away


So light my way in this dark passage

Give me hope so I can sleep


In this bed the warmth won't come

This winter seems to be the end of my days


Please save me from this darkness and spent my body

rest

Exhausted by this long way I've to walk in fear

May heaven collapse above my weary head

I'm here. I'm waiting. kissing your

photograph


Time is slowing down.

when you're waiting for an end to come

In this bed the warmth won't come

This winter seems to be the end of my days