silence

There is a little quite village
On top of a hill
Where rabbits hide away
İn odd holes and corners
Piles of yellow leaves and big stones
The wind sneak in under closed windows
There you walk
On wet airy grass
A thought seems to trouble you
İ remain silent
birds,
They open their eyes wide
And tremble on the brink of tears
Two candles bloom in a vast dark room.
Black wings beating and grey ghosts of rain sigh.
There you walk
On wet airy grass
A thought seems to trouble you
İ remain silent
There you walk
On wet airy grass
A thought seems to trouble you
İ remain silent
İ remain silent