Hundreds - Song for a sailor - monta version lyrics

Is this the last meeting place? Will you find me inside the haze? And will you come? Will you come? While you are srearching me, my work is done Please tell nobody that I am real They will run over you It will never heal You must forget You must forget Lies this? in between certain kind of regret I see them side to be wide On the birds of the flowers? I will not move But the wind is blowing In the fields I see them side to be wide On the birds of the flowers? I will not move But the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing In the fields And in the end you came to late Let's talk to my hair I guess that's a fate I will grow fast The highest tree in the field You bark up at last I close my eyes Recognize your steps at the meadow I will make a single noise In my lovely cave I close my eyes Recognize your steps at the meadow I will make a single noise In my lovely cave