Caucasian Tales - Darkwood

The spring time brings a scent so sweet

A scent of life in times of need

The river flows and I will drown myself

The river flows and I will drown

From petals falling to the ground

From petals falling to the ground

The smoke rises, ash descends

We stoke the fire with trembling hands

The river flows and I will drown myself

The river flows and I will drown

In ashes falling to the ground

In ashes falling to the ground

And summer’s passing

And we’re waiting

Knowing death is drawing near

And in our valley

Of our torrent

There is nothing left but fear

And mist is rising from the field

A hazy breath that cuts like steel

The river flows and I will drown myself

The river flows and I will drown

In leafs and rain on stony ground

…and leafs are falling to the ground

We wander through the break of dawn

Remaining in silence despite all scorn

The river flows and we will drown ourselves

The river flows and we will drown

In snow that’s falling to the ground

In snow that’s falling to the ground

…and snow is falling to the ground

Tossed and torn without a sound