There are some days – you’re done before you started
And have no words, no music, and no goal.
On days like this, from my own self departed,
To give me help I asked no single soul.

And I would want to be an aimless rover,
To lose my home, to follow random turns,
But I believed that all is still not over
As long as light still shines and while the candle burns.

To make me sing nobody had the power,
For silence is the heart of everything,
But if my song would spread its wings one hour,
How hard it would be to make sure I didn’t sing!

And be it that our time is short and thinning,
And snow is deep, and blood no longer yearns,
The hundredth time I’ll start from the beginning
As long as light still shines and while the candle burns.