When the moon shines silver in your hair and shadows in the wall of your room When the whales chase in the tracks, you fly in a sturdy kayak Fall asleep in the golden sand when the tree has said who you are A child on the stormy beach, a hunter without a rifle You take a strange question and draw a picture with a smile Disappear in burning flames as a trace after someone who left You hurry forward through the clouds so that no one understands Your shadow is the shadow of the year that runs in the tracks of the wolves Fall asleep in the golden sand when the tree has said who you are A child on the stormy beach, a hunter without a rifle A key of silver will open a gate that leads to a cave A prairie animal with shining eyes will wait in the depths of the clouds You hurry forward through the clouds so that no one understands Your shadow is the shadow of the year that runs in the tracks of the wolves