
Evening
The day passes before me
a sunlit sign
and the expected evening
heavy and solemn
always finds me this way.
When your light will fade,
oh my golden hope,
shadows will reach you
and you’ll signal your
saddened sign to the evening.

Evening
The day passes before me
a sunlit sign
and the expected evening
heavy and solemn
always finds me this way.
When your light will fade,
oh my golden hope,
shadows will reach you
and you’ll signal your
saddened sign to the evening.