Trees are dancing, leaves they’re pouring
paths of darkness, paths of glory
and you-music through the thick woods,
lamp in house’n’ passion roaring.
Leaves are raining on thy body
naked, soft, warm and complete
fall is here why don’t we fall in
colours of a hidden spring.
Fire bright our song we sing it
while the Sun is slowly sinking
in the crowns.
And it’s cold and warm
our feelings temper in the den of love.
See those birds their soul are leaving
in those skeletons of forest they belong
trying to convey primeval gardens
to exquisite wine?
Now it’s raining sweetest darling
leaves that leave paste on the ground as
carpets ready for a magic
flight.
We are dancing-trees are dancing
silhouettes of smoky fairies
in the dawn.