Take off your shoes, 
walk with me 
on the mossy forest ground 
to those places out of bounds. 

Taste my skin, 
explore me, 
under the shadowy forest's roof, 
making moves. 

Sooner than we think 
an endless day goes by. 
Sooner than we think, 
these moments we'll deny. 

So now we walk on thorns 
and in the end we're torn 
apart by all this loneliness. 

The wind blows through your hair, 
drifts you away. 
In the dying forest's light 
you disappear from sight