Ogród Półcieni [English translation]

Though the world doesn't end here

And history doesn't begin

The secret garden (is) so beautiful

That time wanted to stop there

It tied back the gales' hair by dream

And it breathed very, very quietly

When at dawn it was painting the sleepy leaves by secret

The grief of wasted years

The garden's calling you by half-shadows

Here you're a white flower of hollyhock

A tangerine as sweet as a dream

And blood-red pomegranate

The shrubs of pale-blue roses

Next to them the open ground's calling

To enter, bury yourself and stand

Motionlessly just like them

The grief of wasted years

The dance of persistent thoughts continues

The echos of past desires come back

There's no time for loving the weird shadows

In the avalanche of next events

Today you entrust the tears again

With your oblivion's secret of silence

The pain (is) so cold like a withered sun

Of joy and dream

An orchid on the hand

A wild-poppy on the heart

The memory chases the wind

It whispers the grief into the ear

The garden's calling you by half-shadows

Here you're a white flower of hollyhock

A tangerine as sweet as a dream

And blood-red pomegranate

The shrubs of pale-blue roses

Next to them the open ground's calling

To enter, bury yourself and stand

Motionlessly just like them

The painted pond

Affectionately fertilised by dreams

Your secret garden's blooming

Where the blessed peace is

• Artist:Closterkeller
• Album:Aurum