Текст песни Timbre - Song Of The Sun

Oh little seed 
Oh dying root 
Oh tender leaves 
Oh silver shoot 

Lift your head, my darling one, 
You were not built to die. 
I’ll melt the frost enclosing you, 
alive with open eyes. 

I won’t break you, 
I won’t burn you, 
And I know that you are tired. 

I’ll open your mouth so that you can drink, 
so that you can sing again. 
I’ll open your mouth so you can sing again, 
so you can sing again with me: 

We are standing in the sun, 
And there is nothing light can’t touch! 

I am alive!