Over the green night, the arrows Leave tracks of warm lily The keel of the Moon Breaks purple clouds And the quivers Fill with dew Oh like love, the archers are blind Oh like love, the archers are blind Over the green night, the arrows Leave tracks of warm lily The keel of the Moon Breaks purple clouds And the quivers Fill with dew Oh like love, the archers are blind Oh like love, the archеrs are blind Oh like love, thе archers are blind Oh like love, the archers are blind