About Tytti Viljanen

The wind stirs in the trees likes voices in dreams And then just when it seems we know what it means Simply its gone We come from a distant past that we've forgotten And now we look up and aspire to the stars We are the mystery that even we can't desipher The mystery of man The story is told in stone and broken arrows In traces of cities unknown lost in sand In colours and castle walls silent and unseen statues The mystery of man The miracle is the mind asking the questions Seeking to find it'self if it can Only to see it'self endlessly echoed in mirrors The mystery of man /// Poem by Pope John Paul IV, performed by Sarah Vaughan