Melting snow it drops down on the ground
Silence stops the singing birds
Water takes dark sand into the sea
For the last will be the first
I'm the tree of rotten grasses
I'm the son of getting old
I'm the spirit of regression
I can never ever hold
The ground is wet now - must have been the rain
Birds are quiet - must have been a shot
Only white sand - must have been the sun
For the last is what I've got
Silence stops the singing birds
Water takes dark sand into the sea
For the last will be the first
I'm the tree of rotten grasses
I'm the son of getting old
I'm the spirit of regression
I can never ever hold
The ground is wet now - must have been the rain
Birds are quiet - must have been a shot
Only white sand - must have been the sun
For the last is what I've got