In the dark of the forest Where the shadows move At the rhythm of the wind And the typing of the rain In the dark of the forest Where you do not see a hand in hand Slides a soul under the tree But he is not present In the dark of the forest He is sitting there with curved back Run through the rain There is no way back In the dark of the forest Is he mother soul alone? Just the shadow of the trees Watch around him In the dark of the forest Hit the path Waiting for the morning That wakes him out of his dream In the dark of the forest Where the night radiates her silence Sits a lonely man In the darkness lost That was the hunter A mouth like a gun With words like bullets
