Menuett [English translation]

I went afield to hazel bush

There was a fire in my head

I cut myself a fishing rod

And so I continued in the dark

As the moon was looking at the stars

I went to the silver river

Caught a fish, clear as the moon

With my dark hazel rod.

There was a fire in my head

Now every night I have to pick

The apples golden as the sun

And the silver ones of the moon.

In the moonlight I wanted to take my catch

Home from the valley,

Then I herd the wind in the grass

Saying my name

In front of me in the grass at the shore

A nice and beautiful youth was standing

With apple flowers in his hair

That I had often seen in my dreams

There was a fire in my head

Now every night I have to pick

The apples golden as the sun

And the silver ones of the moon.

He looked at me and I forgot

The green valley and I was suddenly

Overtaken by deep sleep

That never finished.

Ever since I've been dragging myself through this world

With a hazel stick, where apples bloom

And I hope when the moonlight falls on me

To see the youth there, next to the river.

• Artist:Faun
• Album:Luna (2014)