Countryside Bohemians - Solefald

We rode along the linear scaffold

To a fertile sidetrack

Not yet been tamed

By urban architecture

Unknown in a rural village

Tresspassing silent roads

Deserted bu television natives

Rows of rusty tracktors left behind

To keep the sunset company

We strived the valley sides

Reached the bright blue castle

It appeared in defiant solitude

Spreading scraps of paint

Out on the October sky surface

From inside a giant panorama

Our conversation evolved

To women and witches and sex

We ate the saucy beaf

And dark rumanian red

Before nightfall dragged us into its coat

To watch to circular star belt

Wrapping us tightly together

In the pale flame of the parafin lamp

A blue rope lowered onto glowing necks

We entered the circle of branches spread out

Like countryside bohemians

Reeking of whiskey and wool

The knife cut from grey to red

A brotherhood of blood

Dripping down on the heather

And into the soil

We were mystics balancing

On the plunge of knowledge

Ready to fall in ecstasy

Of retire smart stupidity

After a one-night stand

With anima mundi