There is no new song to be sung or new sorrows to be wept
In to the oceans of thousand tears
All has been seen and heard under the sun
And the stories from the tides of time have been told under pale cheese face of the Man in the Moon
Listen, listen to the raindrops
They are dancing
Watch the first flowers bloom
They are singing the song of awakening life
Farewell winters winds and dark days of sleeping
Bumblebee queens are resting in the flowers
Resting like in death but only waiting for the dawn
To flourish a moment and start a new branch of life
Only to lay in rest once again when the fields are golden and the days grown shorter
In this garden of death life is fighting for the right to exist
To burn in flames of vitality only to perish in decay
In this spinning wheel of eternity there is no soul free of burden everlasting
And even the most beautiful rose has its thorns
In to the oceans of thousand tears
All has been seen and heard under the sun
And the stories from the tides of time have been told under pale cheese face of the Man in the Moon
Listen, listen to the raindrops
They are dancing
Watch the first flowers bloom
They are singing the song of awakening life
Farewell winters winds and dark days of sleeping
Bumblebee queens are resting in the flowers
Resting like in death but only waiting for the dawn
To flourish a moment and start a new branch of life
Only to lay in rest once again when the fields are golden and the days grown shorter
In this garden of death life is fighting for the right to exist
To burn in flames of vitality only to perish in decay
In this spinning wheel of eternity there is no soul free of burden everlasting
And even the most beautiful rose has its thorns
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