There deep, deep in the forest night Children dance the waltz They laugh whispering hand in hand, Just like children like to do Their eyes, what are
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees
Come closer and see See into the trees Find the girl While you can Come closer and see See into the dark Just follow your eyes Just follow your eyes
Начерти мне круг Властелин Лесной, Чтоб ни враг, ни друг Не пришли за мной, Чтобы кум с кумой Не наши мой след На дороге снов, Где далёк рассвет, Где
I guess we?ll have to move The neighborhood is on to us Let?s join the little babe?s Throwin? rocks in front of us Riding on my bicycle I pass my sister
I see buds that are green, red roses too I see the blunts, for me and you And I say to myself, what a wonderful world It's the illest little story for
Black, like a forest and still, like a lion, my knees are bended We used to speak a different language I wasted my breath on words soon forgotten, left
Everybody's doing the Woodland Bop Once you start you will find it hard to stop. In the hallowed morning See her in the moon-white Streaking across
There's a man on the corner Got his head in his hat He dances like a gypsy so he must be where it's at. Do the rock do the woodland rock Let it
Do you remember her name She standing for a long long time She got the magic wand To make it rain or sunshine CHORUS: She got the power to turn on the
[Lead vocals: Eduardo Marques] Deep in the forest Down the trees So dark and so cold We cry the end of our king Hurt and tired Laid down on the field
[The Farm Hand's Ghost:] "My kin and I had laboured hard to reap the yearly harvest. Lain weary on our gathered sheaves we cracked a vat of ale. Poured
Come closer and see See into the trees Find the girl while you can Come closer and see See into the dark Just follow your eyes Just follow your eyes
Draußa em Wald hot's a klei's Schneele gschneit drom isch so kalt draußa em Wald. Sommerzeug hin Sommerzeug her kauf mir meiner Lebtag kei
Im Grunewald im Grunewald ist Holzauktion ist Holzauktion ist Holzauktion. Im Grunewald im Grunewald ist Holzauktion ist Holzauktion ist Holzauktion
Nowhere you'd rather be than fifteen blocks away Tonight you're embracing it, tomorrow, who's to say Deem love unconditional but the real world don't
In Dewy Fields of an Autumnal yet Springful Age A Forest was Seen yet Impossible to Gaze Through Within only a few Trees all Sound Devoured Even the Open
