Lyric Tree of the fate

My great fear from where it comes?
And where it goes out, I don t know.

It s look like sand in a bosom.
It s look like burning hair.

My great fear from where it comes
And where it goes out, I don t know.

May be the north wind brings
it with itself
And maybe I m a tree
And maybe I m fate, I m fate.

It s look like sand in a bosom.
It s look like burning hair.

Maybe I drink it with water
running from my vein.
And maybe I m a tree
And maybe I m fate, I m fate.