Al-al-alas
The day
The wind blew him away

Like a bee-sting, honey-sweet
Hyacinth
The choir sings at his feet

Chorus of cicadas
Heart of granadas, bleed
at his feet
at his feet
guilty skin creeps

Al-al-alas
The day
The wind blew him away

We harmonise,
Little white lies,
Grow into grey cries
All melt away
They all just melt away
They all just fade away, away

Black strands stand their ground
They've been living underground
The sword of Damocles hangs over their head
Soon they fear, someone will cut the thread

Ala-ala-alas
The day
The wind will pass

A fairytale is just a breath away,
I feel you Ophelia, the labyrinth will kill you
Yarn cut, door shut
I feel you

Ala-ala-alas
The day
The wind's with us
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