Scarlet Flower Fields

One day before the rain only for a moment the earth inhales again

It seems like time stood still before the wind creeping to the trees upon the hill

And a blind man finds a way between the beauty and decay

Over roses in the dust, behind doors are made to rust

Lies a field of a thousand nails beneath cemetery vales

And one day before the rain

He is searching there again

Where no one ever meets

And one day before the rain

He is searching there again

Where no one ever meets

On the Scarlet Flower Fields

The scent of sweet perfume is a lair of pale illusions with a tainted Paris tune

The dark an lonely side binds this liquid marriage for shadows and the light

Somewhere by the fireside lies a man, eyes open wide

Flee on the effect of plants, he translates and understands

For the hidden side to see in this secret poetry

And one day before the rain

He is searching there again

Where no one ever meets

And one day before the rain

He is searching there again

Where no one ever meets

On the Scarlet Flower Fields

And one day before the rain

He is searching there again

Where no one ever meets

And one day before the rain

He is searching there again

Where no one ever meets

On the Scarlet Flower Fields

On the Scarlet Flower Fields

On the Scarlet Flower Fields

On the Scarlet Flower Fields