Some won't bother with the seasons There's no reason to grow the flowers They don't bother with the wisdom of sunflowers Because all withers in the end But my mother's intuition with the blossom The life she pours
She pours love Pure life True love
Ode to the prudent me Ode to the cautious We own the air we breathe Ode to life pristine
Earth Mother Dirt covered Lakes arid The destruction of man We must bother about each other, said my father The devotion he pours
He pours love Pure love, pure love Pure devotion Perfectly clean Pure life, pure life Pure love
Ode to the prudent me Ode to the cautious We own the air we breathe Ode to life pristine
Ode to the prudent me Ode to the cautious We own the air we breathe Ode to life pristine
