Between Hope and Reality

Part I:  A Frail Dream
 This is a song for the cursed
 No one knows when the end comes
 Far away there is maybe an elixir for me
 When winter comes in my land
 This curse seems to be noble
 But is it really a curse to love loneliness?
 This coldness It makes me feel alive
 The sun is hiding
 Behind the fog and the clouds
 The wind in my hair
 Takes me back into my dreams
 And drops me off
 In my snowy landscape
 This is the song of my fall
 Slowly plunging me into the snow
 I feel my skin getting cold
 And my bones becoming frail
 During this time my soul is escaping through nature
 My body's dying and assimilated by the ground and its life
 I remember the meadow
 I remember the feelings
 When the grass caressed my being
 And when the sorrow took me
 I remember the forest
 I remember the fall of leaves
 When the mold was all coated
 And my sadness won't leave me
 Now I can see this beautiful world
 Without any trouble
 Painting my own travel
 And finally my own landscape
 Part II:  A Reality of Sorrow
 The song of the breeze wakes me up
 It sings in harmony with the crying river
 And the whispering trees
 The fog dressing up the mountains
 With its most beautiful coat
 I can only admire the show that nature offers me
 I see the meadow
 I feel the grass caressing my being
 I see the forest
 I see the leaves falling