Akira Yamaoka

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