Why you stare as an owl, like you've fallen from an oak tree?
Closely look at yourself: tail is up and the watchful eyes are sharp.
It don't matter at all, life is fun and full of loving,
Until all of a sudden.. three young sisters cross your path.
Their curls are like silk and the eyes are like tea saucers,
They've got six thousand years with no pardon or compel.
Their hearts beat inside, they keep crying or it's laughing.
Look them straight in the eyes, and say: bye and farewell.
These three sisters of mine, of black, white, and golden color
In remote barren lands.. where rail tracks never guide.
These three sisters of mine will have you torn into pieces,
Heart is up, feet are down, and the rest is scattered wide.
Garden's full of divine grace, smells like lilac and warm honey.
"Come forever," I keep whispering, "come forever, come, thee blessed."
Who enlightened your soul will transform into your shadow
In a dark of the night ripping your heart from the chest.
These three sisters of mine, of black, white, and golden color
In remote barren lands where rail tracks never guide.
These three sisters of mine will have you torn into pieces,
Heart is up, feet are down, and the rest is scattered wide.