Rangers
The paths have been crossed
The crumbs are gone and the way, and the way is lost
Melancholy phantoms light our skins
Poison apples falling with the wind
Hear the sigh of the trees
Those who enter here never leave
And the rangers stream out to their cabins
They are the hunters
We are the rabbits
Maybe we don't want to be found
Maybe we don't want to be found
Further in the moor we go
Saddest creatures tugging at our clothes
Cutting through the twilight, sword in hand
Strangers once united against the land
At the sound of the bells
They're pulling paper lanterns from their shelves
And the rangers stream out of their cabins
They are the hunters and we are the rabbits
Maybe we don't want to be found
Maybe we don't want you tracking us down
The rangers stream out to their cabins
Raising their muskets
Flashing their badges
Maybe we don't want to be found
Maybe we don't want to be found
Let's keep hiding all quiet-like
They'll keep seeking
But they won't find us
Let's keep living a quiet life
You and I
You and I
The ranger stream out to their cabins
They are the hunters,
We are the rabbits
And Maybe we don't want to be found
Maybe we don't want you tracking us down
The rangers stream out to their cabins
Raising their muskets,
Flashing their badges
Maybe we don't want to be found
Maybe we don't want to be found
Guardabosques
Los caminos se han cruzado
Las migajas se han ido y el camino, y el camino se ha perdido
Fantasmas melancólicos iluminan nuestras pieles
Manzanas envenenadas cayendo con el viento
Escucha el suspiro de los árboles
Quienes entran aquí nunca se van
Y los guardabosques salen hacia sus cabañas
Ellos son los cazadores
Nosotros somos los conejos
Tal vez no queremos ser encontrados
Tal vez no queremos ser encontrados
Más adentro en el páramo vamos
Criaturas más tristes tirando de nuestra ropa
Abriéndonos paso a través del crepúsculo, espada en mano
Extraños una vez unidos contra la tierra
Al sonido de las campanas
Están sacando faroles de papel de sus estantes
Y los guardabosques salen de sus cabañas
Ellos son los cazadores y nosotros somos los conejos
Tal vez no queremos ser encontrados
Tal vez no queremos que nos rastreen
Los guardabosques salen hacia sus cabañas
Levantando sus mosquetes
Mostrando sus insignias
Tal vez no queremos ser encontrados
Tal vez no queremos ser encontrados
Sigamos escondiéndonos en silencio
Ellos seguirán buscando
Pero no nos encontrarán
Sigamos viviendo una vida tranquila
Tú y yo
Tú y yo
Los guardabosques salen hacia sus cabañas
Ellos son los cazadores,
Nosotros somos los conejos
Y tal vez no queremos ser encontrados
Tal vez no queremos que nos rastreen
Los guardabosques salen hacia sus cabañas
Levantando sus mosquetes,
Mostrando sus insignias
Tal vez no queremos ser encontrados
Tal vez no queremos ser encontrados