Folkvang - The River


There's no time for return
To an old dried river.
And no one can fly
Being nurtured with filth.

A wish to go back
Is the first step of a search:
If there was a life
You should use it in time.
The best way to start
Is to remember a day
When the time was long
And the wind was so fast
While one was good,
Two can take on more,
But there was only one
Who always understood the whole.
What once was yours
Remains with you forever:
It's the highest reach
Of your greatest peak


Your time likes to play,
Changing words and faces;
It can paint a moment
When the blood freezes.
Travelling so far away
Can destroy those roots
That lived long ago
But can die now in you.
Pictures of horizons
Are made by you alone,
They draw different worlds
Or a lifeless space
Every fruit is good
When the source is clean,
And then any deed
Stay eternally.

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