Cradel Of Forest : Akira Yamaoka, Joe Romersa

There deep, deep in the forest night children dance the waltz
They laugh whispering hand in hand, just like children like to do
Their eyes, what are they looking for, white dress flutters the beat
Their song starting to make some sense, only if you're listening

Dance, dance like the butterflies, shadows appear right before my eyes
Sounds echo the obsurd, hard to explain something that I heard

Now hear the forest talking, insects and birds
Does the scent of soil and beast
Breath the life into the animal you hide
It's a great illusion one never knows
When you think you're really alone
Feel the eyes of someone looking in on you

Again, see how the children play, red moon colors the trees
Their feet, innocent rustling sounds, playful dreamlike fantasies

Dance, dance like the butterflies, shadows appear right before my eyes
Sounds echo the obsurd, hard to explain something that I heard

Now hear the forest talking, insects and birds
Does the scent of soil and beast
Breath the life into the animal you hide
It's a great illusion one never knows
When you think you're really alone
Feel the eyes of someone looking in on you

Now hear the forest talking, insects and birds
Does the scent of soil and beast
Breath the life into the animal you hide
It's a great illusion one never knows
When you think you're really alone
Feel the eyes of someone looking in on you

------------------------Portuguese----------------------

Lá no fundo, no fundo na noite da floresta,
Crianças dançam a valsa,
Elas riem, cochichando de mãos dadas.
Como crianças gostam de fazer.
Seus olhos, o que eles procuram?
Vestido branco agita as batidas,
Sua canção começa a fazer algum sentido.
Só se você está escutando...

Dance, dance como borboletas,
Sombras aparecem, diante de meus olhos.
Sons ecoam o absurdo,
Difícil de explicar algo que eu ouvi.

Agora ouça a floresta com seus insetos e pássaros,
Será que o aroma do solo e a besta despertam a vida
dentro do animal no qual você esconde?
É uma grande ilusão, ninguém nunca saberá.
Quando você pensar que está sozinho, sinta os olhos de alguém observando-o.

Mais uma vez, veja como as crianças brincam,
A lua vermelha colore as árvores,
Os seus pés, sussuram sons inocentes,
Oh! Sonhos divertidos como fantasias.

Dance, dance como borboletas,
Sombras aparecem, diante de meus olhos.
Sons ecoam o absurdo,
Difícil de explicar algo que eu ouvi...