The mist bewitches me
Places its hand on the night and leads it away
The mist bewitches me
Places its hand on my forehead and puts me to sleep
Mist, mist my beautiful comes to soothe the one who cries
Mist, mist my beautiful comes to caress the one who sleeps
Aries with the horns of honey your influence extends, over the valley but you awaken the day your brief reign is coming to an end.
Aries with the horns of honey
he dissuaded you? the day your brief reign ends.
The mist bewitches me
Places its hand on the night and carries it away
The mist bewitches me
Places its hand on my forehead and puts me to sleep