The forest shivers
A giant comb brushed throught the wind
Unconscious
Inside a carpet made of leaves
I abandon myself and i sink
I left the city
For a dream made of wood and clay
The starts in the sky.
My love, set the table,
The moon`s light will wash us gently.
Carefull i listen to the ants
And i learn how is it to have a common dream
With other thousands thousands...
I left the city
The curse of the dreams which wait in line.
I left the city
The curse of the dreams which wait in line
Faraway, faraway...
Who i really am, i read in wood and smoke
faraway...
The forest is my home now, i learn to make my way.
faraway...
I receive the baptism of the wild beasts in the late nights
farway...
Love is when you listen to the ants crying
farway...
Love is when you listen,
You listen to the ants crying,
Love is when you listen...
Nature is a truth,
In which i will sink forever,
Truth of wood,
Inside a carpet of leaves
I will bury my remains,
From a carpet of leaves,
i will reborn now.