The leaves are smashedon the riversideThe trees are burning andtheyâre crying brightA pale face waves throughthe chasing cloudsLike a drunkard who is justblacking outWhere is this place,this vivid shady landWhere young lovers goand walk hand in handThere we will be in ourfate of being blindAnd there we will danceand make love with our mindOh vivid shady landThe leaves have landed onthe riverwavesThe trees are staring likecrosses on their gravesThe pale face is wasted,thereâs a glorious sunThe drunkard is sleeping,a new day is bornWhy, tell me why must thiscome to and end?Where is the keeper of thekey to this land?Weâre ready to pay for thedews of this sightSo we sure will pay beforewe die insideOh vivid shady landThe leaves are smashedon the riversideThe trees are burning andtheyâre crying brightA pale face waves throughthe chasing cloudsLike a drunkard who is justblacking outWhere is this place,this vivid shady landWhere young lovers goand walk hand in handThere we will be in ourfate of being blindAnd there we will danceand make love with our mindOh vivid shady land