Keinehora Lyrics


In case of gloating

Pierce a lemon with iron nails

In the gloaming,

Shadow of the mind

Gaze of envy forecasts negative energy

To ward off evil, do the following:

Precious stone between eyes

Spitting thrice on your fingers

Spot of dirt on your forehead

Superstition or lies?

CHORUS:

I don't think you should say that

You never know who could hear you (x2)

Obsessed with compulsion to expel the evil eye

You develop a notion:

Did I overdo it again?

Whatever makes you hopeless,

Aim for smallest modesty

Imagine the danger of seeing positively

You'd hate to lose it all

CHORUS