Paul van Gulick - Requiem 'Canario' - ноты, текст песни (слова)

3rd movement:
  
  There is an evening coming in 
 Across the fields one never seen before,
 That lights no lamps.
 Silken it seems of a distance, yet when it is drawn up over the knees and breast.
 It brings no comfort.
 Where has the tree gone, that locked earth to the sky?
 What is under my hands, that I cannot feel?
 What loads my hands?