Lyrics:

The mist unfolds its veil
As the night falls in the forest
The moisty wind
Forces the trees
To sing (To sing, to sing, to sing)
Their sorrow (Their sorrow, their sorrow, their sorrow)
For centuries they are standing still
Like a petrified dream
Trapped bodies in a wooden web
Tall (Tall, tall, tall)
Towers (Towers, towers, towers)
Of another epoch

This sweet melancholy
That is brought by the precious memory
The pale beauty of the past (The pale beauty of the past)
Is kept in the whisper of the wind

Only the fragile heart
Can understand the charm of the old
Best things in life are those we can't have
Yet (Yet, yet, yet)
Still (Still, still, still)
We hope (We hope, we hope)
Blessed will be the day
When the cycle will complete
Then the song of the muse will be heard again
The mourning
Of the trees
Will stop


This sweet melancholy
That is brought by the precious memory
The pale beauty of the past (The pale beauty of the past)
Lost in the vortex of time