The beauty of silent waters has awaken Green in the shadow or gold in the sun Echoes from the bottom of my heart Are reflecting in the drops of heavy rain How light and fresh is the air we breathe In the windless autumn day like this Our feelings are turning into the stone And floating away to the stars again Whats more beautiful than nature , its mysteries Fantastic words and finally the painful silence of melancholy My dear , bosom friend , why dont you understand Those figures on the ground , that we have to defend Like secret of an abyss of sky , we were trying to find Oblivion , the precious piece of our confused and lost minds
windless, bosom, fantastic, melancholy, reflecting