3 acessos
Here I am; can you feel me breathing
In the rhythm of the world I´m in...
Here I am; can you feel me breathing
In the rhythm of the world I´m in
Reaching out I caress the trees
While the sun revolves above me
The air is so rich I can almost drink it
Dance like a fay twixt tree and stream so cold
The true philosopher´s stones
Never shall turn nothing into gold
Now they tell me I must lay me down
Once more they´ll lock the door
But of leaves of green my pillow is
And free I´ll disappear in the thicket
The true philosopher´s stones
Never shall turn nothing into gold
I´m awoken in the woods
I´m searching for the nevershining stones
And the man in white says I can´t hear the birds singing
I´m awoken in the woods
I´m closer to the everlasting truth
And the man in white says I can´t hear them
The wealth of mine is not like thine of gold shining
Tree and leaf my treasures are
Living like me, and dying
I´m awoken in the woods...
Now I´m here; behind rubber walls
And they tell me my forest never was at all
Not in a thousand years
Was it the drugs they gave to calm me
Or something into my mind through generations fed
And if it´s all gone; only a collective memory
Are we then dead
Is this the kingdom of the mad