MOON

O Moon of Nabadvipa, if I cannot sing Your Song
Of Your Opera, or be with Your Party
I�ll lose the raft that floats me
And the fools and slaves will coax me
To sing the screaming last cries of the dead

O Moon of Nabadvipa, I shouldn�t be so social
The danger of confusion is lurking everywhere
I cannot accept that part
It�s a tragic wasted art
I won�t attend the party of the dead

O Moon of Nabadvipa, Your Party is Life
Your invitation is open to all
Why do I look behind me
To illusion that binds me
The nightmare of the party of the dead