"All Souls Night" - Loreena McKennitt
Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Moving to the pagan sound.
Somewhere in a hidden memory
Images float before my eyes
Of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires
And dancing till the next sunrise.
[Chorus:]
I can see lights in the distance
Trembling in the dark cloak of night
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
A waltz on All, All Souls Night.
Figures of cornstalks bend in the shadows
Held up tall as the flames leap high
The green knight holds the holly bush
To mark where the old year passes by.
[Chorus]
Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
And moving to the pagan sound.
Standing on the bridge that crosses
The river that goes out to the sea
The wind is full of a thousand voices
They pass by the bridge and me
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Moving to the pagan sound.
Somewhere in a hidden memory
Images float before my eyes
Of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires
And dancing till the next sunrise.
[Chorus:]
I can see lights in the distance
Trembling in the dark cloak of night
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
A waltz on All, All Souls Night.
Figures of cornstalks bend in the shadows
Held up tall as the flames leap high
The green knight holds the holly bush
To mark where the old year passes by.
[Chorus]
Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
And moving to the pagan sound.
Standing on the bridge that crosses
The river that goes out to the sea
The wind is full of a thousand voices
They pass by the bridge and me
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Porque esta noche se romperán las fronteras entre el mundo de los vivos y el de los muertos. Las almas danzarán libres y volverán a estrechar los cuerpos cálidos de sus seres queridos. No habrá espacio para la nostalgia sino para la alegría que provoca el reencuentro.
Porque esta noche se acaba un ciclo y comienza otro. Un nuevo año por delante que dá inicio con el reposo del otoño y la oscuridad creadora del invierno. Esta noche daremos gracias por los favores y las cosechas no sólo agrícolas que hemos obtenido a lo largo del año.
Nunca como esta noche, la muerte ha estado tan unida con la vida :)
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