On those fields only the fog grows this morning.
On my grandmother’s grave in a drop of rain I’m tiny and grateful.
The Einstein Cross I’m there and here.
Winter landscape one and the same side of the wind.
On those fields only the fog grows this morning.
On my grandmother’s grave in a drop of rain I’m tiny and grateful.
The Einstein Cross I’m there and here.
Winter landscape one and the same side of the wind.