Whole world of stones
Where's not a one flower
Not even a blade of grass
All what was alive is dead now
Inhumanly cruel and dark
It is a strangle beauty,
That fascinates me
A game of clouds
Above the peaks
The foggy glitter
Which shines through
The purple light of the sun
The river full of the salty
Tears of laments
Whose shine reflects
In every drop of dew
Around them
This is the only live thing
On the frontier between
Two inhuman worlds
It is a strangle beauty,
That fascinates me
A game of clouds
Above the peaks
The foggy glitter
Which shines through
The purple light of the sun