كلمات His Eyes Were Dark

In the shadow of black rocks Under the overhang of roots and snakes' nests There He used to sit and sing He sang his songs Which nobody understood: He was old a hundred, two hundred, three hundred years? Nobody knew it, Maybe for thousands of years he has been in this world, Maybe for thousands of years he has been in this world: His eyes were dark, But it was owing to wisdom and something mysterious, They sparkled and penetrated everything, When He played on his instrument, The sky grew dark and wind became silent. Over stony planes only wind runs And mysterious shadows whisper their stories, Many of them He told at His rock And I lived them all with Him.