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The crying owl, the crying owl |
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Cries a prophecy of storm for all of us |
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The nightingale, the nightingale |
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Is going on to sing her song her evening star |
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Nightingale, don't you know, taciturn |
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You must learn to be and to... |
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...Show in the eyes of the dangerous night |
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It brings storm, it brings death |
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Believe my words and despair |
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Learn to fear, learn to shake |
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When the dangerous me awakes |
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The black clouds are soon near |
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So you should fear, so you should fear |
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Says the anxious owl which seems so sorrowed |
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My lovely owl, my lovely owl |
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Says the nightingale so modestly she is |
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I am known, for the storm, it has time, |
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time to care |
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Nightingale... |
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...Show in the eyes of the dangerous night |
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It brings storm, it brings death |
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Believe my words and despair |
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Learn to fear, learn to shake |
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When the dangerous me awakes |
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The black clouds are soon near |
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So let me sing, my lovely owl |
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When the danger is here I'm taciturn |
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And I will hide between a bough, |
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till the heaven will alight I'm taciturn |
