Arcadia

I’m looking for a place
Where the springs are endless
Where beauty never fades
And there is only happiness

Wondering in a dream-like state
I came upon this place
Hidden from the world around it
Hidden from its filth

Young men smiling came my way
Put flowers in my hair
Invited me to follow them
Invited me to dance

Brotherhood of kin
Love that knows no sin
Music so delightful
Poetry in their laughter

With ceremonials of a sеnsual order
And ritual bodies that can feel no pain
Our burning flesh is sacrificеd to nature
This is my arcadia
This is my arcadia

Laying softly on the ground
We gently fall asleep
While the moon’s still high above us
We rise up and we sing

Fruits hanging from the tree
Birds flying free
Nature’s power has no boundaries
Desire has no rules

With ceremonials of a sensual order (sensual order)
And ritual bodies that can feel no pain (no pain)
Our burning flesh is sacrificed to nature (to nature)
This is my arcadia (my arcadia)
This is my arcadia (my arcadia)
This is my arcadia (my arcadia)
This is my arcadia (my arcadia)

Here I can escape from all the sorrows
Here I can forget about tomorrow
Here’s a people I can call my own
Here’s a place where I can make my home (my home)

With ceremonials of a sensual order (sensual order)
And ritual bodies that can feel no pain (no pain)
Our burning flesh is sacrificed to nature (to nature)
This is my arcadia (my arcadia)
This is my arcadia (my arcadia)
This is my arcadia (my arcadia)
This is my arcadia (my arcadia)

My soul is made of this soil (my soil is made of this soil)
My soul is made of this soil (my soil is made of this soil)
My soul is made of this soil (my soil is made of this soil)
My soul is made of this soil (my soil is made of this soil)