- cifra
On my way to the vision-come-true
I enter a galaxy rising
And I land on this brown and green old place
Whose wild is giant trees
Trees so strong that they never can fall
Four suns alight in silver grey sky
Wild river flows with rage alive
Lions of fire approach me
Carved by the wind
And the fall of water
From the treetops
I can see the end of a time
Living respectful
Low your axe
And learn from the trees
Secound dawn meet the sylvanlings
Passageways into the deep
Invitations to explore the forest
Lions gales and chambers
A tree trunk larger than a mountain
Stands on the top Of this hill
Made of rock and mist
Living respectful
Low your axe
And learn from the trees
Henceforth I will be always there
Planet earth will overcome
Men destroyed
Scorned and killed their lives
But the world is on her way
