Текст песни
In the glade where sunlight bends
A tiny rabbit quietly mends
Its nibbling dreams on emerald blades
Unaware of the lurking shades
Soft moss beneath his gentle paws
No thought of danger, no fear, no cause
Whispers drift through the leaves above
A cunning gaze wrapped in silent love
The wind it hums a low, strange tune
The trees sway under a crescent moon
Every step feels light, yet wrong
A hypnotic pull, an ancient song
Rabbit, rabbit, tiptoe slow
Don’t you see where the shadows go?
Boa’s eyes, they glimmer, gleam
Draw you in like a living dream
Rabbit, rabbit, don’t you know?
Some paths lead where the dark things grow
Silken coils beneath the vine
Eyes that glint and softly shine
A whisper hiss, a velvet snare
Come closer, little one, I swear
Each blade of grass a siren’s call
The rabbit hops, oblivious to all
The forest bends to a predator’s art
A quiet death in a hypnotic heart
Who are you in life’s glade tonight?
A timid rabbit, blind to fright?
Or a cunning boa, patient and cold
Master of stories silently told?
Tell me, tell me, who are you?
Rabbit or boa—what do you do?
And how does it feel, beneath the moon?
To chase or be chased, the predator’s tune
