Drought... the crying of one earth.
A growl that is a fracture.
Still life
calling out up in the heights.
Sterile and broken it is.
It scorched... the torch of wrath.
Everything becomes an altar
and everything falls on its dam.
It devastates, it burns.
A fire that does not cease,
escape or pray.
And the water falls,
the dew of a mother.
And the water falls.
And the water falls and in the sky a sea bursts.
A sea that rains a sea.
The earth drinks.
Green Hallelujah.
Spirit of the eagle I gave to the air,
appease with your flight the chaos I have inside me.
May the powerful gold warm up again.
The earth will sing with the man again.
Spirit of the eagle I gave to the air.
From the stone, grass was born,
stems, honey, manna,
flowers and seeds
and trees of bread.
A shadow and new life.
Spirit of the eagle I gave to the air,
appease with your flight the chaos I have inside me.
May the powerful gold warm up again.
The earth will sing with the man again.
And the water goes,
the dew of a mother.
And the water falls.
And the water falls and in the sky a sea bursts.
A sea, an immense sea.
The earth drinks.
Green Hallelujah.
Spirit of the eagle I gave to the air,
appease with your flight the chaos I have inside me.
May the powerful gold warm up again.
The earth will sing with the man again.
And the water falls.
The earth drinks.
And the water falls.
And the water falls.
Green Hallelujah.
Spirit of the eagle I gave to the air,
appease with your flight the chaos I have inside me.
May the powerful gold warm up again.
The earth will sing with the man again.
And the water falls.
The earth drinks.
And the water falls.
And the water falls.
Green Hallelujah.
Spirit of the eagle I gave to the air,
appease with your flight the chaos I have inside me.
May the powerful gold warm up again.
The earth will sing with the man again.
Spirit of the eagle I gave to the air,
appease with your flight the chaos I have inside me.
May the powerful gold warm up again.
The earth will sing with the man again.