The Wheel - Tuatha de Danann

Coming with the whistle of the wind there’s a leaf dancing in the air

Floating, rounding, shining, laughing it comes changing colours and tearing in

front of me

Suddenly it turns into a wild being

That sits on the ground — So quietly

Looking at me… it rises… So the creature starts to tell me this:

«Sometimes when you think everything’s gone

No lights, reason, love or hope

Everything lost its sense

you feel down, want to leave it all…

Life is an old wheel

You must learn it soon

Wheel of transformations…

Everything goes and has its own purpose…"

Sometimes in, but sometimes out — never stand and still…

New horizons, that’s the mysterious wheel

Cycles, roundings, time, birth, death chances to try again

That’s a secret — Everything is turning

Welcome to this play my friend — most call it life

You have many ways to pick — but try choose the right.

What’s right?

Sometimes in, but sometimes out — never stand and still…

New horizons, that’s the mysterious wheel

Cycles, roundings, time, birth, death chances to try again

That’s a secret — Everything is turning

Night — is the sleep of the sun

Death of our light king

next day he rises again — The wheel completes its whole process

«What is alive must die — what dies must be harvested

What is Harvested must be seeded — The seeded must Rebirth»

Secrets of the Wheel…

Sometimes in, but sometimes out — never stand and still…

New horizons, that’s the mysterious wheel

Cycles, roundings, time, birth, death chances to try again

That’s a secret — Everything is turning