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.