Behind shadows, behind fingers
Iґm hiding my true passion
To be, to be alone
In my garden,
in its corners
Iґm looking for the path of my thoughts in the dark
Open the gate, itґs the rigth time
Let the wind makes a ring the trees
Let the shadows move on the ways
Iґm entering the tomb of tales
Here you find revived puppets
One of them is you
Iґm coming to everyone like the trees and feelings
Here you find - maybe yourself
Behind shadows, behind fingers
The Garden
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