There was a time when voices and laughter could be heard all over the woods birds were flying, singing together and streams were dancing aimed at the moon. On the shore the nymphs were bathing moonlight shadows courting their braids the clear water sweet on their lips chanting countless rhymes forgotten too soon. Deep in the woods there was something stirring in the dark the satyr’s flute broke into the night. And there he was: ageless hands, the colours of the spring smelled with joy of life child of Nature his eyes glittering passion flowing rife. Soon the nymphs were closing around him cries and whispers filling the air. His arms were strong, myrth and laughter sprouting from the mouth his skin and blood made of earth and lymph. And there he was: ageless hands the colours of the spring smelled with joy of life child of Nature his eyes glittering passion flowing rife. His flute was playing leaves were rustling in the dark so sweet and moving, felt so right the sound grew stronger breaking deep into the heart but it belonged to the hush of night.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
