Good Mountains
1984
My good purple mountains, cloud-dressed
Why do you look at me solemnly, heavy and depressed?
Now I take the path of life alone
However you search you’ll never find how pain hurts.
And you, solitary children, don’t look at the world,
just walk alone in your hidden arcade.
Good Mountains
My good purple mountains, cloud-dressed
Why do you look at me solemnly, heavy and depressed?
Now I take the path of life alone
However you search you’ll never find how pain hurts.
And you, solitary children, don’t look at the world,
just walk alone in your hidden arcade.
