You must love the clay that goes in your hands
You must love its sand to the point of madness
And if not, do not start what will be in vain
Only love lights what lasts
Only love makes a miracle of mud
Only love lights what lasts
Only love makes a miracle of mud
You must love the time of trying
You must love the time when nothing shines
And if not, do not expect to touch what is frozen
Only love engenders wonder
Only love can ignite what is dead
Only love engenders wonder
Only love can ignite what is dead
You must love the clay that goes in your hands
You must love its sand to the point of madness
And if not, do not start what will be in vain
Only love lights what lasts
Only love makes a miracle of mud
Only love lights what lasts
Only love makes a miracle of mud
You must love the time of trying
You must love the time when nothing shines
And if not, do not expect to touch what is frozen
Only love engenders wonder
Only love can ignite what is dead
Only love engenders wonder
Only love can ignite what is dead