Lyrics:

After, the cold darkness,
In the heart of the forest;
Where birds are singing,
For the new born sun.

In the womb of the leaves,
On the branches of the trees;
Lies the treasure of the morning,
The Pearls of Light.


Carried away by the truculence of my world,
I got lost in the search for enlightenment;
The blue rain covered my roots,
And I forgot where I came from.

Carried away by the truculence of my world,
I got lost in the search for enlightenment;
The blue rain covered my roots,
And I forgot where I came from.