carved into the earth is the
crying of the twin voices
while filling the silver bucket with
these small hands, the water keeps spilling
in such a mature and righteous world
there is no season to speak of love
sing
you who pretend to be kind
dance
the eternal prayer of the boundless sky
in the dark waters are countless flies
things like excuses all have no meaning
who is the endless night
speaking to, whistling now
shout out
impossible is paled feathers
go forth
towards the burning setting sun
a hymn for tomorrow
opening an innocent finger
person i love, where are you now
crying of the twin voices
while filling the silver bucket with
these small hands, the water keeps spilling
in such a mature and righteous world
there is no season to speak of love
sing
you who pretend to be kind
dance
the eternal prayer of the boundless sky
in the dark waters are countless flies
things like excuses all have no meaning
who is the endless night
speaking to, whistling now
shout out
impossible is paled feathers
go forth
towards the burning setting sun
a hymn for tomorrow
opening an innocent finger
person i love, where are you now