There's a sky underground where the sparrows chase me down
'Cause there's nowhere left for me to go.
I'm alone but I'm alive, you can make me dance,
But don't make me dive into the
Unknown world below.
I've been traveling on this land where my feet don't understand
The red rising ripples of the sea, and
In this place I call home the sky is
Always painted gold with the help of
A brush and a sycamore tree.
In the woods, where I sleep, the winds are resting with the deep
Violet flowers singing songs of the tambourine.
They sing the songs of grace with their hands over my face
Crying tears that are swallowed by the
Ground so green.
Sing to the sky,
Sing down low,
Singing to myself
Is all I know
Sing to the birds,
Sing to the snow,
Singing to you
Is all I know.
