The passage

There was a fairy
A conscious spirit in the dark wood
And she was waiting
For the sunset to write a new song

It was the last light
Of a winter made of false diamonds
She could call new times
With words the human beings can’t know

And the passage showed up
At the light decay
Everything did sing up
The silence of the faith

I am your father
I am a medicine to you!
I am your mother
As the springtime should be!

There was some peace
Into the water of the small lake
Then a big mist
Made the hell coming in the shame

There will be something
We can’t avoid even if crying
The fairies will come in
Again into the lights of springtime

And the passage showed up
At the light decay
Everything did sing up
The silence of the faith

I am your father
I am a medicine to you!
I am your mother
As the springtime should be!