A lot of secrets under moon,
You know them all.
By the whisper of the wind
And candle flame
I hear your call.

Roots of the trees will tell you 
All the mother nature's revelations.
The face of destiny
Wrote by Taroue patience,
Always in your glance expressions. 


You're witch, you're visas!
For inquisition - Satan's bride.
And your eternal beauty,
A pile on fairground took away,
They've satisfied all their pride!