Farewell, Strange Land

When i wake up, i'll still be alone
under the grey sky of province
the lights will shine,
the eyes like the puddles,
like shingles in water,
all faded stars lie,
lie on the slimy bottom

this night, this night
is thicker than curtains of plush
scarier than wrought-iron fences
i see only myself,
everywhere meet my gaze

Farwell, oh Strange Land!
we wanted to stay, but we can't:
we've gotten lighter than mist,
we've gotten cleaner than rain!
We will come back again,
But who will tell us then:
Farewell, oh Strange Land! Farewell..

Perhaps we came down from Heaven before,
or were born again and again
what a bitter memory, memory of that
that which will be in the end
but tires whisper at night
a comforting rave
i hear a cry in the dark:
and maybe, this is The Call

Farwell, oh Strange Land!
we wanted to stay, but we can't:
we've gotten lighter than mist,
we've gotten cleaner than rain!
We will come back again,
But who will tell us then:
Farewell, oh Strange Land! Farewell..