All hopes fall like autumn rain
In endless nights
Sorrow, wrath and consolation
Are flickering candles in the dark
I can change the course of things
Like swans floating
On the water
Or slowly rising in the sky
Loss, doubt and certainty,
Cannot be measured here on earth
I can change the course of things
Like the shadows of the clouds
On the surface of the lake
Changing all the time
We walk in dust
But we find music in desolation
We walk in darkness
But something shines in our tears
Our steps they reach
Steps they reach immortal spheres
Our thoughts
Are stars for lost men
Now, I can see how the seasons
Coming to an end,
The illusions like silent stones
Beaten by the rain
Mark the pathway of men
A tragic journey,
Where winter follows winter
In the barren fields
Death follows death
In the incessant comedy of time
There are herons
Where the children play
There are herons
Where we hide our dreams
We hide snowflakes
And the waiting of spring
There are herons
Where we hide our hopes
Where winter follows winter
In the barren fields
Death follows death
In the incessant comedy of time
There are herons
Where the children play
There are herons
Where we hide our dreams
We hide snowflakes
And the waiting of spring
There are herons
Where we hide our hopes
Where winter follows winter
In the barren fields
Death follows death
In the incessant Comedy of Time
There are herons
Where the children play
There are herons
Where we hide our dreams
We hide snowflakes
And the waiting of spring
There are herons
Where we hide our hopes