Tree of the fate — текст песни (V.i.p.s.)

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.