An endless winter landscape forms in my soul,
Like a picture of emptiness and apathy,
And the grief and the pain are like ugly dead trees here and there, which
have deep roots in the frozen ground.
When i look upon myself and upon it,
I don't see any warmth or hope.
Will something or someone be my light and fire?
Or should i become ones for thyself?
That i don't really know.
And there is something like a voice in my head,
That constantly tells me: "Keep going, brother! No matter what!"
So i walk and walk and walk in a desperate and fearless attempt to find a place
i could call home.
And it doesn't really matter if i will find one, or this jorney is in vain.
"Because if you stop, you will be doomed." - says the voice.