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They’ve been waiting long for me – I am back

The silver fields dreaming in winter’s bed

Soaked autumns, bitter winters passed by

While I dreamed alone under low sky

Under low sky I dreamed alone – there was none

And they looked for me, like for a prodigal son

But I looked for realms beyond this earthly clime

And I got beyond the thundering shores of time

In lap of broken flowers, in embracing mire

I thought of them whilst crying burnt my fire

And now through led days, disgusting nights and many pain

With a late wish in my heart I am here again

Where is the grove gone? Where my dreams?

Where the mountains and the fields, the wasted years?

They have passed like leaves are falling from a tree

The wind brings ashes and dust towards me

Ashes and dust the grey winds bring

I spread ashes and dust into the wind