River of Virgin Soil

There’s something about the river
Something magical I can`t describe
While it`s raining outside the windows
The water itself lies calm
This is the world of my dreams
Where the seventh [bad word] out

Like a falcon so high
Conquering the infinite sky
With a majestic pride
It`s enchanting my mind

restless voice inside of me
circling all around
Seeking what it could not find
Oh no, I couldn`t find…!

dreamer
believer
I [bad word] am
But there`s no easy answer on how this will end

With silence I stepped into the wild
In the raw raw wildness
I was blinded by a tainted sight

The sound
of unspoken words
Felt soft leaves on my face
Hit by a vivacious caress

There`s something about the river
Where a virginal creature belongs
It floats away like roses
with its snow-white skin and long hair
This overwhelms my senses
and lets me feel alive