Forest will welcome me with the voice of an owl When day falls asleep at the speed of dark Who sleeps at the time of light among boughs Wakes up in the evening with a full moon Night comes when I wake, from me bad light night will shake Sheltering my mind, no people will find My hidden smiling soul rushing like an insane foal, Night, I am your child! Its me under you Your blood mixes together with mine And in the evening I am restored to life with a full moon It is me under you My soul merges in dark And proceeds in all black directions
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