Garden

Behind shadows, behind fingers

I'm hiding my true passion

To be, to be alone

In my garden, in its corners

I'm looking for the path of my thoughts in the dark

Open the gate, it's the rigth time

Let the wind makes a ring the trees

Let the shadows move on the ways

I'm entering the tomb of tales

Here you find revived puppets

One of them is you

I'm coming to everyone like the trees and feelings

Here you find - maybe yourself

Behind shadows, behind fingers

I'm hiding my true passion

To be, to be alone

In my garden, in it's corners

I'm looking for the path of my thoughts in the dark