The river cries at night,
The raven slowly dies.
The winter at the end,
Time always flows like sand.

I see nobody here,
But I dont even fear,
The sounds of the storm,
Tell me, that rain is born.

There's stranger at the park,
His hat looks black and dark,
He waits for someone here,
May be for someone dear.

And I walk through the trees,
Who whisper of their needs,
And I look to the sky,
To stars already died.