you prefer the leeward town
you're wearing, now, your milk-white gown
beautiful, I think you are
leisurely, we withdraw
so far away

moon over parador

craven leaves
are skipping like the rope
trappers crack the branches
like my hope
shadows follow paths
behind some stones
autumn sunbeams gives views
like its roams

from afar play organ tunes
rhythms made by old clatter looms
beautiful, I think it sounds
from the lea the music bounds
surrounds away

wind mill wheels
are just turn around
listen to the haunted
clatter sound

brightly shines the silver moon
no longer then the morning
will come soon
moon is over parador
leisurely, we withdraw
so far away

words: fülster
music: fülster