Soft as silk the shell becomes the wheel Intertwine our tiny stems, we rest Morphing feathers, splendor of the great movement Vibrant colors, circles multiply its grandeur
Seize the shades and store them in your eyes Comprehend mutating semantics
Staring at the sleeping peacock Glad to be a part of the awakening
What we missed? How many lives left there? These empty steps lead us here, this far Since we pretended to be kings, of a life we lived as surrogates Just to be across the edge, begging for a different end But with broaden eyes we changed our way of perceiving what we have today; Just to be across the edge, nothing ends, the seed is wet
Shape the nest and cherish the gift And you'll see that digging is flying
And then he woke up... Is standing! Sing the praises, louder! In this unfolding path, we are the feathers
As a covey, we fly through the white unknown As a thousand, just one will become The drenching sword
In silence, passing through orchards We searched for this light For this wonder
I'm awake, magnificent and cruel Seven jars are empty Sorrow is weaknessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.