Deus ex machina...



After ten rainy summers

And nine destructive winters

There was hardly nothing left



But a bare and sore ground

Lite a stripped and dried out soul

Without body and skin



And the cold wind blew the hazel trees

And the cold wind blew the hazel trees

Reminding them of how old they are



Suddenly a force from above

Silenced the elegy

It was at the end of the day



It was at the end of the day

Although the beginning of a new and bright tomorrow



Deus ex machina...



After ten rainy summers

And nine destructive winters



There was a last sudden gust of wind

Before the life and freshness again

Touched every heart, mind and soul



And the comfortable summer breeze

Played with the green leaves of the hazel trees



Reminding them of how young

And beautiful they are



Echoing a sorrowless future to come

They thought about their lives

How satisfying they were



And they spoke with happy childlike voices



After ten rainy summers

And nine destructive winters



Deus ex machina...