We start our lives up there. |
Sons and daughters of heaven
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Clouds serve as pillows, mother earth wraps her arms around us
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Neither of us knows any colors yet. |
Our eyes are empty
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Our hearts are a smooth surface, no waves, every step is right
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We choose what we have in nature, although it chases us forward
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When we move it seems difficult, then you see a glow of enthusiasm in it
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After all, for the first time you look at his face, you feed your eyes with the world
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A riot of stimuli and colors flood your self - you become a waterfall
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You begin to flow glistening over time. |
The sun is warm
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And over time you meet those who see themselves in you
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You are a blessing, the world around you comes alive, you just have to be
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You carry hope so involuntarily when the storm finally starts to flash
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And it turns your days into nights, being one of their little ones into being their enemy
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You pour over the shores and the miracle of life turns into a bundle of transgressions in their eyes
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Eventually someone throws a rock at you. |
Your heart is bleeding heavily
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Your eyes, so full of questions and fear from tears, glisten ... Orinoco flow
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You wish you could last forever, break away by force
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From a cage of unchanging laws, but each of us is alive
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It is only one of the waves that will pass away
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And we are left ... to flow ...
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When the serpentine series ends and we go straight again
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We remember mistakes and failures - echoes of everything that failed us here
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We almost dried up for someone once, now that feels like a myth
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But things like this are something that already flows with you after you have almost become
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trough
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You remember with pain the moments when someone disturbed your current
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You carried each of these canoes to land so as not to breach their sides
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But well, that's surrealism. |
The harsh truth even puts a dam on you
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Flooded with waves of old sorrows and regrets, you can only make the swamps grow
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At the end, something of the trees up there rustle as you swim below
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Somewhere inland, puddles are drying up - the shadows of the rivers, familiar
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You have electrocuted the shore so many times that you must carry part of it now
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Every root torn out in anger. |
The trunk, which was the bridge, slows you down today
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You would give a lot to be fresh again and hope for the first seconds
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You have already made a hundred attempts to run against the current, but you will not change your target on the horizon
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It's over? |
Beginning? |
Here the waves of water are a drop
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Your eyes, so full of questions and fear, are glazed with tears… Orinoco flow |