In The Twilight

The fiery moon is leading us through
the mountains no better than say
that I am the happiest man alive
Haven't seen this in 3 years
A special gift, for me, a bless
Not a curse

Blabbing of my mates are like a
song to me
I'm hearing, not complaining, stooping
as if a handledoor
Furrow my eyebrows sometimes
but still laughing

Here we are, around the bend,
we are back to the woods
one more time
A blue light is crawling with us
now. It's explicitly soft light
cradling from afar

Oh nighty-night
laying on a ground, our feets and
toes are tired 'n sick
A man is rosing - breathing heavily
blood-gashing on elbows

He is thinking:
A fresh scent, a rusty leaves of the grass
An air, timid
only my wound is melting
Getting over the waterfalls - the next stop
My mouthfuls tasting feeling
seeing the moon

Affinity of her on the first sight
for my tipsy eyes for my mates
on the road
She is soothing me down until I
shriek, till i cry
I am no longer scared

She is align!
Oh, our hoods are blacker than
the river
we past through
and finally in the twilight there is
a blue light

Let our weapons lead us home
the fiery moon is carry on