These golden fields of summer,
Not even bows of summer
As joy relieves the pain
Well, I can smell its entity,
It's an omnipresent state of mind.
I tried to flee the factual
And I wished to start anew
But I had to grasp that I can't buy time.
Are warm enough to melt a soul
That is frozen dead beyond recall
To feel grow dumb true laughter
It means to watch pass by a life,
but I cannot change the laws divine.
A wave of mature grain
Makes me perceive a warm bliss,
No open eyes shall see
What brings eternity.