|
A garden wild, yet warm and delightful |
|
A paradise of comforting peace |
|
Sound and clear, a gentle touching atmosphere |
|
An open air, serene and refreshing |
|
And nature pure, as it was created |
|
Sound and clear, a gentle touching atmosphere |
|
Sedative ringing sounds surprise the sole intruding man |
|
He, who's used to the noise of lies |
|
And often changing stands |
|
The sacrifice of brother's hand, deceit with dubious plans |
|
A world that has gone to extremes and has failed |
|
People surround me |
|
Peacefully, I can tell |
|
I see in wonder |
|
That our links and bonds fit well |
|
Their voices sing colourful and true |
|
An honesty I have never used |
|
Ambiguity never does appear |
|
And barriers of speech are not feared |
|
Harmonious singing |
|
Celestial bells I hear |
|
From all those people there's nothing I've to fear |
|
Their voices sing colourful and true |
|
An honesty I have never used |
|
Ambiguity never does appear |
|
And barriers of speech are not feared |
|
Sedative ringing sounds surprise the sole intruding man |
|
He, who's used to the noise of lies |
|
And often changing stands |
|
The sacrifice of brother's hand, deceit with dubious plans |
|
A world that has gone to extremes and has failed |
