Spirit of my silence I can hear you,

but I'm afraid to be near you

And I don't know where to begin

And I don't know where to begin

Somewhere in the desert there's a forest

and an acre before us

But I don't know where to begin

But I don't know where to begin

Again I lost my strength completely,

or be near me tired old mare

With the wind in your hair

Amethyst and flowers on the table,

is it real or a fable?

Well I suppose a friend is a friend

And we all know how this will end

Chimney swift that finds me be my keeper

silhouette on the seater

What is that song you sing for the dead

What is that song you sing for the dead

I see the signal searchlight strike me

in the window of my room

Well I got nothing to prove

Well I got nothing to prove

piano by Adi Goldstein