Back to life from nowhere
To me it's like peace for earth.
I can't tell the grain from the seed.

Fields of breeze sprouting wind
It's the food that birds eat
It's the blue painting the skies to me.

But the seed of doubt has been sown in my mind
Harvesting all of these thoughts
That come to me like a cluster of ideas for life
Will it germinate and fix the roots
That will penetrate into my nerves
Like a tree that fruits no apples, only leaves.

May this autumn arrive
Leave the heatwave behind,
Falling blood is flooding the streets.

The horizon is near
With my eyes I can see,
Looking back makes shorter the bridge.

- Harp Bridge -

Sands of time they run fast
With them silver arrives,
On my head the winter from age.

No more leaves only crops
And the bare wood from branch,
I have learnt what's grain and what's seed.

Life is like a trail that goes through a field
Where you never know what to take or deal
From the earth, the blue skies nor even the brave sea.
But when your time is near you will see it clear
That our reason here is not to take but give,
Like the seed you feed your crops with will become the grain that feeds.