I am prisoned in high chamber,
Watching flowing clouds of years,
In the middle of November
I will hide from you upstairs.

I am prisoned in a tower,
But sometimes I see the stars,
To search which I have no power,
Being lost in mist of scars.

In the chamber, lone and cold,
Key is lost - I`m in a bind...
Life beneath is underworld,
But I`m far from other side.

I should return, I should come down,
When I won"t be afraid:
Only when I see the ground,
If the flowing clouds fade! :)))

I am prisoned in high chamber,
Watching flowing clouds of years,
In the middle of November
I will come to you, downstairs...