Behind shadows, behind fingers 
I'm hiding my true passion 
To be, to be alone 
In my garden, in its corners 
I'm looking for the path of my thoughts in the dark 
Open the gate, it's the rigth time 
Let the wind makes a ring the trees 
Let the shadows move on the ways 
I'm entering the tomb of tales 
Here you find revived puppets 
One of them is you 
I'm coming to everyone like the trees and feelings 
Here you find - maybe yourself 
Behind shadows, behind fingers 
I'm hiding my true passion 
To be, to be alone 
In my garden, in it's corners 
I'm looking for the path of my thoughts in the dark