Flow river flow,
Flow river flow on.
You went down your dreaming track -
I don't care to bring you back.
I don't know - I don't know.

Its all some years behind now
And my dust couldn't clay,
When we two former lovers departed on our way,
Our keen associations were the click-clacks of our minds -
When suddenly alone:
No proving of the own
Judged out - a thief
Anonymous - a blind.

And sometimes when I sense you
As if in that time behind,
I wonder could I reach you there and tease your mind
With one more superficial link in what was you and me
But in the grave of memories
You seem so far away -
The wakening in your flow-soul
That our easing were eternal - seems display.

Flow river flow,
Flow river flow on.
You went down your dreaming track -
I don't care to bring you back.
I don't know - I can't show.