LemON - Sowa

Someone has to guard the night
Someone has to take
The faith in fears, force and nightmares

Someone has to scatter the salt
Create an circle around
The bustle of black cicadas and owls

A different one will brush your hair aside
Listening to the silence
Until you hear the noise of blood in your veins

In gutters still clasped by the hook
The chaos of a liquid which
Has nothing for the time and the tempo of a rain

I'll close our eyes wide
To the fact that the skin cracks at the stitches
The stories from the Forefathers' Eves, volkhv, witchcraft
You'll miss me one day

A man believed in creatures
Believed in himself
And the herbalists should have taken care of people
When they went to the stream
Many were afraid of villages and their families

Nonsense and incomprehension
From the distance, there was a groan
Groan in unison
Taboo, rumbling
Owl was nailed to the door
Hipnagogie with an conscious dream

(Conscious dream, I'm dreaming...)

A different one will brush your hair aside
Listening to the silence
Until you hear the noise of blood in your veins

In gutters still clasped by the hook
The chaos of a liquid which
Has nothing for the time and the tempo of a rain

Please, greet the dream
Where the butterfly flies
In the good one, the moth doesn't eat it

I'll close our eyes wide
To the fact that the skin cracks at the stitches
The stories from the Forefathers' Eves, volkhv, witchcraft
You'll miss me one day

I'll close our eyes wide
To the fact that the skin cracks at the stitches
The stories from the Forefathers' Eves, volkhv, witchcraft
You'll miss me one day