He fills up all - is the background and the frame
Both land and water - here, so far from where he came
And with the roots of wild rage he sympathises
But deep insides neither black nor even white
Possesses all - even liberty and faith
He is a storm - is a blizzard and his trace
He is a child with intention to grow up
But doesn't know what's missing
All it's nothing, all of it tears him down
All of it's still not enough, still something's missing
He's like a man - he's so strong but incomplete
A winter tree - a huge trunk but lack of leaves
With all his force he will surely carry on
But doesn't know what's missing
For the first time silence 'round
Did he hear strange, but promising sounds?
Should he wait and begin something new
No he can't wait, 'cause he might lose it all!
He doesn't want to lose it all
He doesn't want to lose it all
He doesn't want to lose it all
He doesn't want to lose it...
[Chorus 2x, with first two stanzas in background]