Πές μου για το δάσος

Farewell now my sister,
Up ahead there lies your road.
And your conscience walks beside you,
It's the best friend you'll ever know.
And the past is now your future,
It bears witness to your soul.
Make sure that the love you offer up
Does not fall on barren soil.

For the wind cries of late
In the whispering grass.
Our way of life is held
In the spinning wheels of chance.

I believe in the ways of long ago,
When we used to dance to a different drum.
And we are changing our ways,
Yes, we are taking on different roads.
Tell me more about the forest
That you once called home...

For the wind cries of late
In the whispering leaves.
And the sun will turn to waste
The heavens we build above.

Father teach your children
To treat our Mother well;
If we give her back her diamonds
She will offer up her pearl.
We must sing the Creation Song,
Gens du monde.
And evoke the spirits to feed us
The screaming takes too long.

But I'm not bitter - no! I'm surviving
To face the world, to raise the future.
So why don't you tell me, come on and tell me
About the world you left behind...

(Dead Can Dance)