It's a small song about a blurred childhood memory of a night in the woods when a wild boar made us run home in panic. The monster came through the ground Across the glade we ran There was a sense we felt again - never felt again.

put those dreams away before you let them fall for you will break them all

I made a song out of the fable "The Boy and the Schoolmaster" by Jean De La Fontaine, that french writer from the 17th century. And here's the story: " A boy, that frolicked on the banks of Seine, Fell in, and would have found a watery grave…

This is my english version of Heysátan by Sigur Rós. It's not a direct translation but it's in principle the same song. I know the guitar is a bit out of tune. The capo messed it up. Sorry for that.