Garden

<br>Behind shadows, behind fingers<br>I`m hiding my true passion<br>To be, to be alone<br>In my garden,<br>in its corners<br>I`m looking for the path of my thoughts in the dark<br><br>Open the gate, it`s the rigth time<br>Let the wind makes a ring the trees<br>Let the shadows move on the ways<br>I`m entering the tomb of tales<br><br>Here you find revived puppets<br>One of them is you<br>I`m coming to everyone like the trees and feelings<br>Here you find - maybe yourself<br><br>Behind shadows, behind fingers<br>I`m hiding my true passion<br>To be, to be alone<br>In my garden,<br>in it`s corners<br>I`m looking for the path of my thoughts in the dark