歌词
The thread that binds me is as thin as a spider's vein;
life escapes me, but it's only a moment,
then I return, calm and still.
And still I observe, but I don’t take part,
detached about right and wrong
in balance over the world.
I breathe longings of suffering
that I transform into thin rays,
the moon welcomes them and weaves her cloak
that envelops everything in a calm pearly night.
As gray is neither white nor black,
but being both or just nothing;
gray like the monotonous rolling of a thousand drums
that slowly accompany me.
I wander to the roll of ancient music,
a dancing faun with veiled feet,
the moon my mother,
the sun my father,
or perhaps I am just a foundling, son of nothing.
The nothingness I seek, ultimately, is both;
father and mother, generated I become one
and if I look for two, but I will find the three
only when I cancel myself, to return.
Returning to where the wind is generated,
the sea a drop,
the sun a ray,
the moon a cry.
The thread that binds me is as thin as a spider's vein;
life escapes me, but it's only a moment,
then I return, calm and still.
And still I observe, but I don’t take part,
detached about right and wrong
in balance over the world.
I breathe longings of suffering
that I transform into thin rays,
the moon welcomes them and weaves her cloak
that envelops everything in a calm pearly night.
As gray is neither white nor black,
but being both or just nothing;
gray like the monotonous rolling of a thousand drums
that slowly accompany me.
I wander to the roll of ancient music,
a dancing faun with veiled feet,
the moon my mother,
the sun my father,
or perhaps I am just a foundling, son of nothing.
The nothingness I seek, ultimately, is both;
father and mother, generated I become one
and if I look for two, but I will find the three
only when I cancel myself, to return.
Returning to where the wind is generated,
the sea a drop,
the sun a ray,
the moon a cry.
