Old Dreamwood

Don't listen to the witch, brother,
don't listen to the witch!
She'll sing to you,
she'll drink from you,
don't listen to the witch.
Don't follow in her path, brother,
don't follow in her path!
She'll smile all day,
she'll lead you astray,
don't follow in her path!
Don't look at the witch, brother,
don't look at the witch!
By her heavenly eyes
you'll be swept and mesmerized,
while you softly fall asleep.
And you'll never come back.
Only a clump of gentle flowers,
ghostly white or rueful blue,
will bloom mildly and embower
where your soul had left the world.
Не слушай вещицата, братко,
не слушай нито звук!
Тя ще пее за теб, 
тя ще пие от теб,
не слушай вещицата.
Не върви по нея, братко,
не върви подир!
Тя ще се смее цял ден,
ще те води заблуден,
не върви по нея.
Не гледай вещицата, братко,
не гледай вещицата!
С любовни, приказни очи
ще те стопли, ще те покори,
неусетно ще заспиш.
И никога няма да се върнеш.
Само кротка групичка цветя,
с тъжна синьо-бяла красота,
ще обгръщат меко и цъфтят
душата ти където е напуснала света.

Lucia / Old Dreamwood - 1

Come to think of it though,
not the worst way to go ...
You'll see her in your dream -
The sky's azure in her eyes,
cherubs twirling by her smile,
a lily flower in her hair.
Loves you tender, deep and fair,
while she drains your weary soul,
down to the last of breath. 
Soothing, smooth and slow.

Lucia / Dream

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