Too dark

Morning closes the last wanderer
Under its veil
Frosty mind drips its longing
But won't notice. Like this we'll die
Life's fairytale's sound is
More fragile than I remembered
Child is set alone to too dark road
The way of sorrows will be changed
Autumn will grow into poor man's mind
Falling on his way
Happiness will wilt if not seeked, not missed
Finally he sighs, as long as we'll die
Life's fairytale's sound is
More fragile than I remembered
Child is set alone to too dark road
Fumbling step after another
Secretly guiding to safety 
You are the light in my meadow
Which I could touch
The way of sorrows will be changed
Autumn will grow into poor man's mind
Falling on his way


(Original text: "Liian pimeä" by JP Leppäluoto)