Changeling

I go away down I tell you I go away down to the river Leaving the vulgar world behind I need to go down alone Alone with the roots That grown strong then old I need to think about me Will be a second me? Will be one who will look Like me before I'll return? When the last drop of a star Beginning to fill up the natural Pond with news grasses Where the meadow Will laugh with bright color I will call you I promise you at least I will be in the last minutes When I was ready to die.