03. Chill Leisure Obosor

[Verse 1] The granary here is filled with the scent of harvested fields There is no more need to walk the paths of the earth no need To go to the distant fields like a seasonal farmer anymore Resistance siege suffering clamor there is no time to hear them [Verse 2] I no longer wish to know where the emperor has dressed as a jester Or where Babylon is being crushed into dust once again Do not bring the color of the soldiers' torches before my eyes Silence the drums let the mockery of kingdoms and empires Drown in the darkness like the wings of an owl [Chorus] There is no work here no wake of enthusiasm no worry of initiation The many agitations of the mind have ended here The melancholy hours of the morning are filled with the sound of lazy flies The earth looks like land on the banks of a magical river All the fading sunlight having found its release gathers here from the summer sea The song of sleep comes for the eyes drifting by [Verse 3] Here many days will pass lying on the couch loving the desire to sleep while staying awake Here one need not be startled there is no time to be terrified There is no pain of effort no fear of enthusiasm here Work does not pile up in the hands here The ache of thought does not accumulate in the head [Bridge] Beauty will no longer come to hold the hand nor keep its gaze upon the eyes Love will not come The work of the living worm inside the brain has ended here [Chorus] The melancholy hours of the morning are filled with the sound of lazy flies The earth looks like a land on the banks of a magician's river All the fading sunlight gathers here having found its release from the summer sea The song of sleep for the eyes comes drifting in Here many days will pass lying on the couch loving the desire to sleep while staying awake [Outro] (Instrumental)