Текст песни Ghost Song - Jim Morrison

Awake

Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see

A vast radiant beach and a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us

Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest, enter the hot dream
Come with us, everything is broken up and dances

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind