Argitan

tied to a tree trunk
tightening the rope, tightening

it moves in the moonlight
restless, restless

a light has turned on and then ten more
eleven, eleven
look back and a new path
in the light, in the light

too much time has passed since dusk
cold it's cold
he wrote a letter but
the wise ones did not greet

a light has turned on and then ten more
eleven, eleven
look back and a new path
in the light, in the light

he left the rope and
a tear now
choosing a new path
in the light, in the light