Lyric

The night is running through the woods and going over the raft touching the doze

Under the hill of rusty rubble

Roots that connect countless seeds carry dreams

Plants and trees that are born in sleep bear fruits without flesh

They won't return to the ground

These woods are just growing and shutting the lights out to wrap themselves with the blue light ahead

A parade of flowers is illuminated by veins

Dancing vines are surging

The cheers of gushing spores are endless

In a garden of silence brought by the festivities

Sleep well now, sleep well, sweet dreams