The Last Wandering

I spent my life in faraway dismal places 
I came back now, and I'm only waiting to die 

May I die down there 
Into my forests never forgotten 
Covered by a mantle of withered leafs 
May my last sigh 
To breathe their sweet smell 
And may I still hear 
The voice of the cold wind 
Among that silver trees 
For the last time 

Let me wonder for the last time 
Into my forests never forgotten 

I left sure to had abandoned all 
I came back now and I'm only waiting to die