Tree of the fate

My great fear from where it comes? And where it goes out, I don`t know. It`s look like sand in a bosom. It`s look like burning hair. My great fear from where it comes And where it goes out, I don`t know. May be the north wind brings it with itself And maybe I`m a tree And maybe I`m fate, I`m fate. It`s look like sand in a bosom. It`s look like burning hair. Maybe I drink it with water running from my vein. And maybe I`m a tree And maybe I`m fate, I`m fate.