Magic forest, I can't see the way out It is bleeding in the ground, Out of your dreams, the sugar lane now, It's everything that I found Crocodile tears the head beats yuor shadow Bleeding out and moistens the meadow Dear Marie I go: What do you think about this wild thing The capture of the ground To be in flower of this wild ling I'm still searching what I found I hear the mellow stream in the white links Golden sun beams burning down The meadow's wet, and there's the light stream Coming out of the ground Crocodile tears, the head beats your shadow ...