Dew drops of the lost rain br I’ve collected you precious br In crystal jars br br What can I see in your dream eyes? br The song bird of my lost days in the woods br Many sylvan nights I’ve slept between your phoenix breasts. br br The smoke is rising beyond the mountains br The rains have stopped and the night just fallen br The fire has begun its dance on the tree lines br br Once the priestess of the forest came br With an aura gathered from the depth of mountain streams br Her eyes looked at me and I fell into a dream br br I woke up in front of the crystal jar br Its droplets of sparkling rain still smiling at the moon br I close my eyes and smell the rain fresh on the sand br br I think I love you.