As I saw my path disappear in thick forest,
between thicket walls, inside the bleeding soil,
My feet were pinned, [bad word] roots.

And for a moment, I could hear, leaves teaching their song,
And I wanted [bad word] up, high, and blossom, with them.
Drops of the rain I knew, fill inside me, fall below me. 
And the desperate cold wind froze me, weighed on me.

And for a moment, 
I could touch, the edge of the grey pain,
And I wanted [bad word] up, high, and see the light,
See the light.

They say the blue skies above us, are filled with lights,
Perhaps one day, I too, shall be able to see.. To see.

And I fell to the ground, quietly, I shut my eyes.
Sealed my heart, and felt myself stripped 
from all my pains, from all my loneliness.

And for a moment, I could escape
As a feather on a wing of a bird.
And I succeeded to go up, high, to see the light.
See the light.

And for a moment, I could escape
As a feather on a wing of a bird.
And I succeeded to go up, high, to see the light.
See the light.