Where are the sages of the past,
to tell us all it's story;
have they all walked this path?
While tearing earth in pieces,
let's turn ourselfes to dust.
to feel the wind for once.
And she whispers in the wind to make me sing,
and through the rythm of my heart I know the way she dances.
A simple work of art to say it all,
yet a salient smile is all you need to tell her story,
tell her story.
Venture deep, in all your sorrows.
All your dreams, on it's ballot.
In years to come. but allways present.
'Cause all there is, awaits you silent, is this moment.
And she whispers in the wind to make me sing,
and through the rythm of my heart I know the way she dances.
A simple work of art to say it all,
yet a salient smile is all you need to tell her story,
tell her story.
I feel that I should tell her story.