Your voice is the sound of the wind and the grove My voice is the sound of the mountain and the axe of your gaze Blowing the star My gaze on the glass in the head of the head of Solomon I am for you a letter without a sign You are on the
way to Chelston One day I am that black night without
you My heart is a broken wind Reminds me of my sorrows with you My heart is a bright sky with you My heart is full of star flowers
Your body is green spring Flowers without you, Im the cold and silent stove in marble, Im a spring stone, I forgot about you.
