The Children of the Gentle Tumbling

Phillip Jeffries told me, that the wind will never stop to blow…
In all these years he never spoke a single word without any questions,
without any sigh…
And he cries and he screams and I feel sick like a child, that knows when it
has to die, that knows, that it will never grow up…
We are the children of the gentle tumbling…
We are the heirs of the silent fall…
And I’m afraid of him, cause he does’nt move his mouth meanwhile he’s smiling
and bearing the children of the gentle tumbling…
And he is tumbling…
And I am tumbling…
The world is tumbling and the children are so sadly…
We are the children…