One day I will be free,
I'll leave without saying goodbye
Maybe alone with a dead rose
Or any flower
Alone in my mind
I will be free within
From the stream in front of my house
Wetting my feet
I feel the wet freedom
I want to fly away, in the fog
With my black hair, flying,
messed up by life
I want to be free before death comes,
And set me free by your hands
I want to go away, for a few months
It's my dream
Sometimes, I want to disappear, in the fog
But alive, drifting among the trees
I will listen to the birds sing in freedom
I'll feel the sun touch my cold skin alive
I will see the sunbeams through the fog
I will feel the wind of freedom
I don't know if I'll be free
I want
But when the flowers grow on my rested body
Maybe I'll finally be free
In eternity this is guaranteed
But in this life, I'll try
I'm going out and be free
But maybe
in my dead body I will
be free
I won't say goodbye
