Текст песни Гросс Мари - Фавн

On his horns of bird nests,
Flute pours his tear song
From his hooves the bells,
And he is stupid that neither the word.

In his beard, yes in Kozlina,
Square straightened long,
What would he say, remember should
What he prevents the truth with a lie.

The world fiddling myth will become
The night will drive in black packs,
Sleep will come in a wreath of poppies
With the darkness of the favous fears.

In infinite labyrinte
With guide thread
We go in a circle
For each other.
You hear the bell tarts -
This Favn laughs
Over you and me
Behind back.

Three Riddles of Favn will ask us
Beware of his desertion -
Enhance countless guessing
Do not find the key from the mysteries.

In infinite labyrinte
With guide thread
We go in a circle
For each other.
Hear the bell tarts -
This Favn laughs
Over you and me
Behind back.

2015.