Värvitud sinised linnud

The Shadows of the Soul

I wish the stars could melt away

so I could become the bird of prey.

The kids run wild in my dream,

chase wooden birds in lightning beam.

Your hands were cold from winter snow,

it did not stop the tears, they flowed.

You said: "I wish I could, I wish you understood,

but this relation does neither of us good."

So I drifted away in your eyes again,

saw a little boy and his hopes restrained,

saw him running down to the lake

to drown his sorrows and the seething ache.

The kids, they caught the lightning beam

and set fire to the wooden birds.

The boy that once was scared to dream,

hid himself well behind the words.

As to why you never loved,

I later heard from a friend beloved.

"He spent so many nights in hell,

that left his heart down there as well."