Pagan Trance

Hey! They’re on their way to a higher place Lightly dressed with undisputed grace Statues of flesh animated with light They tend to show what they want to hide They caress the air with every move they make Graceful and reverent they give, they don’t fake They’re like poems to the splendour of creation Barefoot they go in charming procession Their legs, their hips, their breasts, their necks The sun, the air, the water and earth Their arms, their hands, their hair, their backs The sun, the air, the water and earth With flowers in their hair like a crown of noon They’re offering their all to the sun, to the moon One follows the other while the first follow the last They’re living the moment with no future or past Their legs, their hips, their breasts, their necks The sun, the air, the water and earth Their arms, their hands, their hair, their backs The sun, the air, the water and earth (x2) While rooted in the ground they’re floating in the air Enigmatic and sensual, they let nature have her share They are here but they don’t belong Talking in riddles without moving their lips They’re forming a chain with ever open links Hey! Their legs, their hips, their breasts, their necks The sun, the air, the water and earth Their arms, their hands, their hair, their backs The sun, the air, the water and earth The sun, the air, the water and earth