changelin’s



I can see what you see not, and hear sounds whisperin’ away

The pattern of real life I can bear , peaks of light and inky dark pits

I feel our own shadows like veils which fall, upon our minds become so gray,

I travel through worlds now forgotten’, between mists where no mortal heart beats



I’m born from the light which shines upon imagination,

my wings reflect the thousands colors of dreams,

while my body shivers for a breeze made of mortal hope and hesitation,

I step endlessly through the human fantasy realms



Into forests of ideals, which grow everyday stronger like oaks,

Blue skies of ambitions, which fly higher when heart is light

And transparent azure lagoons filled up with joyful laughs and innocent jokes

While at night in the silky obsidian deepness, stars of love shine so bright.



Once I used to dance between the pires of mortals’ fairs,

I played harps made of golden strings and crystal glass.

I tasted cups of ruby wine, and felt every emotion a man shares

While locked into the arms of my own dream, liein’ in a field of jade-tinted grass.



But now the gigglin’ bells of fairies seldom resound within’ these sacred places

People forgets the magic ages when nimphs and sprites used to walk on their side.

Their childy vision gone far away from their faces,

Their richness stolen by the subtle actin’ of banality; they had no safe place to hide,



We have to find again the way leadin’ to the Dream

The wish to gain back the illusion we had when we were like a child;

and our desire will fill the air like a scream,

as a long forgotten war cry, which turns again, into our nature so wild.



And fairies again will sing, their bell-like voices will sound so clear,

and with them our joy they will bring, the hallcination of reality will be more and more near,

Magic will spread throughout the land, while our happyness will rise high to the sky,

ghosts will be dissolved and turn into sand, anyone will live as merry, as time slowly passes by.



We shall say "brother" and feel it too, we shall finally realize what we always wanted to be,

we shall find harmony to lead straight to, our pride and love will be the key.

I laugh as hopes slowly rise from whispers to singin’ voices,

while finally we paid our price, as life shines now so full of choices.



I spread my wings and fly away,

while lands come back from their long sleep,

Things will just go along their way,

As I come back to my long trip.









Note: the title recalls the stories of kidnappin' and children exchanges which are so common in Irish-celtic culture. This little "trick" allows the storyteller to be recognized as a "link" between fairies' and mortal world, just as a half-faerie being could.