When in the evening the world is lost in darkness,
When your eyes get used to the dark,
The world around you will suddenly become so small,
And in the silence a drum beats by itself.
A shaman looks out from the darkness,
He looks through you, fires burning in his eyes,
He writes a book, leaving blank pages,
And the world around you will become so small,
And in the silence a drum beats by itself.
A shaman looks out from the darkness,
A shaman…
He rises like smoke,
He knows everything that's going to happen to him,
He sees that life is thin as a thread,
And that nothing can change.
This the shaman knows,
The shaman knows,
The shaman knows,
The shaman knows,
The shaman knows,
The shaman knows.
He disappears before reaching a hundred,
The way only sparks from a fire disappear.
He disappears, leaving behind a void,
And the world around you will become so small,
And in the silence a drum beats by itself,
A shaman looks out from the darkness,
A shaman…
He dissolves like smoke,
He knows everything that's going to happen to him,
He sees that life is thin as a thread,
And that nothing can change.
This the shaman knows,
The shaman knows,
The shaman knows,
The shaman knows,
The shaman knows,
The shaman knows.