Come on, climb up the top, you will see everything

Look at the Sun - oh, there's no Sun already

Then look at the sky... It's black

Like an ink-spot over your head

Do you see me over there now, 

Now I'm merging in the spot 

But hear my sweet voice, take my hand



Rock into your dreams

I'm coming to take you, I am your pander

And you'll become like me, blackend on the landscape

I'll take you down to the grave, it's over there 

You are my chosen...

I've lowered for you a cradle 

Braid from dead lianas and withered flowers



>From the cradle to the grave

It cannot rain all the time

It cannot always be the day 

But it can always be the night



Way down to your eternal bed

Kept it for you, kept it for years

Till blossoms fallen and lianas molder 

Set free your soul, it goes to me

Don't think for nothing, my voice is leading you