Hoelderlin - Rare Bird lyrics

Near the fields of thoughts and dreams Behind the hills, behind the trees In a garden full of flowers Lives a rare bird in a tower He wears the mask that grins and lies It hides his cheeks and shades his eyes Could be your friend, could be your foe You must find out, he will not show Dreams appear and move like flowers Climbing up the mental towers You sigh and mumble quite confused Or you awake amused The bird comes floating into your dreams When night still hovers in your room When winds stir soft through springing gra** The river flows like a stream of gla**