When Come the Night
Troll, Michel Altmayer
I feel divided
In conflict with my own past
Night is my friend
Each thing becomes true again
Illusions fade
Have we to wake
The old and black sleeping shades?
Have we to listen to dying voices
Or to let them disappear
In the winds?
When come the night
You will be alone
In the darkness
Nobody to call on the phone
You will be alone...
We need to break
The mirrors of yesterdays
Blood still stands out
At the scars of hope
Past is past
I am the bird
Opening the windows of tomorrow
Free as a tear
Flying away between two laughters
Don't let vain dreams
Carry away you precious life
Don't listen to words wind can bring
It's not always easy to winnow
Truth from falsehood