All is waning.
Will it cause trouble?
After we stump all the woods and consume all the wealth
The sources, the strands, we run out of breath
Then we will leave all our bodies behind,
Dissolved to feed the trees and to make them come up again
Morning, will you cause trouble?
It is night outside.
Will you swallow another?
This is fine.
Outside the world where nothing is to be
In those distant lands where the fire and the grease
Burnt all the fields, the houses and the trees
Nobody will see, will it be relief?
When is better time to change these things than now?
After the night
Sun'll always rise