I was born.
I am living.

maybe i think.

"...like a dark lullaby sleep my sweet child
day is coming
sun is burning the air and the moon is leaving out.
Sabbah is started and light faires will chatch you if you don't close the eyes
sleep well
sleep sweet child
moon is going away and sun is rising
dance is stopped and soon chattedral bells will play
don't look at baby
there aren't more stars.
sky is blood red and the night is finished.
sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep..."