The body of my soul

Along the fields full of heather
Under the evening sun
I use my own best meter
To measure my sad heart

What am I going to discover?
The reason why oh I was born?
No, it’s not possible nor proper
May be I will find new goals

I am the body of my soul
I am the body of my soul
Nobody can touch me
Everyone can kill me
Nobody can reach me
Everyone can hurt me

The evening has got a secret
The key to open the night
The cosmic flavor and fever
Are in the decaying light

What’s there instead of my long shade
May be only a trace of soul
I am not joyful nor afraid
The secret? We can’t know it all

I am the body of my soul
I am the body of my soul
Nobody can touch me
Everyone can kill me
Nobody can reach me
Everyone can hurt me

There is no trial we have written
If not in ancient past
We are not as pure as feather
‘cause we’ve got human heart