I'm not a friend,
I'm a wound that bleeds again and again
I shout towards the mountains,
there's no door for me
And the mountains pass by, more and more
Pass by
Pass by
I stand in the sun,
I stand in the fog
When the moon rises around three o
'clock and the mountains are not visible
I look blindly for what is free
I almost remember when you and I were wild
Pass by
Pass by
Pass by
Come home, empty-handed friend,
come home
I stand in the sun,
I stand in the fog When the moon rises around
three o'clock and the mountains are not visible
I look blindly for what is free I
almost remember when you and I were wild
A bird on a branch,
a tone from the wood
A song through the woods,
don't close your eyes
I shout towards the mountains,
far away from the man and the new
Maybe that's what should happen to reach you,
to reach you in your stone-empty life
Pass by Pass by
Come home, empty-handed friend, come home
Pass by Pass by Come home,
empty-handed friend,
come home