Satyros


Living in a city sometimes feels so lonely. I’m afraid that I feel
most alive surrounded by the beauty of nature and It is
something I need to feel complete. It scares me how hard it can
be these days to actually experience a touch of the Earth.

Such a sad gaze on this poor creature
A shepard of pleasures alone in the forest of steel
A shadow with horns scuffing the road with its hooves
Silently whistling its fairy reel

It’s the age of those who adhere
to ephemeral things

Satyros, Satyros!

Every wine turns bitter and every nymph fades
World becomes too vast for the soul which is encaged

Every wine turns bitter and every nymph fades
World becomes too vast for the soul which is...

Alone in the woods of steel!

A miserable being without a garden to hide
Yearning for a taste of fruits of the vanished paradise

R: Every wine turns bitter and every nymph fades
World becomes too vast for the soul which is encaged