Deus ex machina... After ten rainy summers And nine destructive winters There was hardly nothing left But a bare and sore ground Lite a stripped and dried out soul Without body and skin And the cold wind blew the hazel trees And the cold wind blew the hazel trees Reminding them of how old they are Suddenly a force from above Silenced the elegy It was at the end of the day It was at the end of the day Although the beginning of a new and bright tomorrow Deus ex machina... After ten rainy summers And nine destructive winters There was a last sudden gust of wind Before the life and freshness again Touched every heart, mind and soul And the comfortable summer breeze Played with the green leaves of the hazel trees Reminding them of how young And beautiful they are Echoing a sorrowless future to come They thought about their lives How satisfying they were And they spoke with happy childlike voices After ten rainy summers And nine destructive winters Deus ex machina...