[00:00.000] 作词 : Irglova, Marketa
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Irglova, Marketa
[00:20.156]Clouds descend on grass grown wild,
[00:29.893]Tall and grand, lush in hand.
[00:39.401]They bend in air as man in prayer.
[00:49.150]I’m weaving through, trying to get to you.
[01:00.653]I’m running past birds of dawn,
[01:09.410]They sing like heaven, they’re leading on.
[01:17.640]Yet I don’t see slow motioned wings,
[01:26.900]Like gold in sun, how it could be won.
[01:36.898]White as snow silk-feathered doves.
[01:46.397]Eternal glow, they easily know.
[01:57.903]That life is grand in all its shapes,
[02:06.657]whether it gives, whether it takes.
[02:14.641]That I am you, you are me, and
[02:24.907]Loving grace can set us free,
[02:34.604]From sprinting far, above, beyond,
[02:42.352]Being our own strong magic wand.
[03:59.108]I’m pushing through, though knowing this,
[04:09.108]Thinking it all falls behind the next abyss,
[04:18.350]I’ll get there soon and dwell there some,
[04:29.597]Till it’s time for the next cloud to come.