Come on, climb up the top, you will see everything  Look at the Sun - oh, there's no Sun already  Then look at the sky... It's black  Like an ink-spot over your head  Do you see me over there now,   Now I'm merging in the spot   But hear my sweet voice, take my hand    Rock into your dreams  I'm coming to take you, I am your pander  And you'll become like me, blackend on the landscape  I'll take you down to the grave, it's over there   You are my chosen...  I've lowered for you a cradle   Braid from dead lianas and withered flowers    >From the cradle to the grave  It cannot rain all the time  It cannot always be the day   But it can always be the night    Way down to your eternal bed  Kept it for you, kept it for years  Till blossoms fallen and lianas molder   Set free your soul, it goes to me  Don't think for nothing, my voice is leading you