II

"I will not back",
this also said the fog.
It swallowed all my words
and turning them into the water.
I will give all
for go along this road.
And I will leave behind
my careless freedom

Not lose her, once, into the silver .
She is treasured

I am not in self
by this silent and strange winter,
wich I in close;
we can't stand each other.
I won't be able to
reach the war,
'cause my mad star
is heading me on circles


Not lose her, once, into the silver .
She is treasured

And in clouds
has fallen asleep a shy moonlight,
where me and cities had mixed up:
I call her so timid 


Not lose her, once, into the silver .
She is treasured.