Текст песни Ребёнок и шаман - Butterfly Temple

Words of a Child:
I gaze with amazement
At a world without name
Beneath cloudy raiment
From whence now I came

I hear as the grass grows
At spring's tender hand.
My heart pumps green billows
To every stem

A trouvere of a new May
In butterfly's fane
I'm a note of the great lay
Composed by the main

Song of a Shaman:
A theme that is profound
I play at my ease
When wandering spellbound
In ecstatic bliss

I dance like a moth with my senses numb
As did my feet in ancient times
To a million souls primeval rhymes
That from the inside beat my drum

They see just a shape caught in fire-lit spree
A wondrous image in essence nude
And envy this godlike solitude
(They, who) endowed with gift of saying 'we'

Of nature unspoken we share different shapes
Of stellar sonata, of nightingale's staves
Yet face of each other we cannot descry
This 'Mirour de l'Omme' lies before our eyes!

Song of a Shaman:
A paradox's door-man
A shepherd of dawn
With my hands I'm warming
The fiery glow

They attribute me wonders
Of ignorance's van
Forsaking The Marvel
The one that is Man