sweet smell of the over-ripe pears i turn slowly to face you like a cry in the dark of night

at last, laughter in the shadows of the gods o return!

someone follows the tomb empty in moonlight goodbye, traveller

a sparrow alights on your spear the game ends over the hills, the thunder

flush with fever the coals cold now and silent one who has smiled for a moment

the sad laughter of crows shh, shh, says the river plant your sword in the ground

love shakes my soul sword-steel, pale in the moonlight the grapes ungathered

ask the wandering winds the moon of today flush with fever

sounding the summons take aim and do not miss an arrow broken in half

creeks warble like the thrush the path worn through grass now the song is over

nothing but echos strong as the spirit can be the crimson skies of dawn

the hungry wolves follow come, take my hand like a cry in the dark of night

first snow the echo of birth we will never know why

aha! ah, then i knew you i float until the end of the ocean

a ravine deep as sorrow aha! warm beneath blankets of snow

expectation and doubt i shook my fist at the clouds about autumn

a stranger on the road: who are you? the river shivers i will not be remembered

can you? can i? moving west the moon hides in the forest

the flawless player your mind slows to a halt testament of tears

the battle turns moving west ceaseless and eternal