歌词
(Verse 1)
The parrots, green and gold,
Mocking with their cries so bold,
Calling me "ugly" with venomous beaks.
Yet I am not ugly, for if I am,
Then my mother, as warm as the sun,
The light that shaped her,
The wind in her voice,
The water reflecting her form,
The world and its Creator...
All must be ugly too.
(Chorus)
Sleep now, my precious one,
With a smile upon your face,
The divine hand in the dark
Is gently rocking you to sleep.
God whispers in the night,
Guiding you with unseen might.
(Verse 2)
I long to meet the keeper of the light,
To climb the cliffs and reach his height.
To taste the waves upon his lips,
And gaze into the abyss within.
If he lives, I must find
That salty old man's side.
They say he gazes ever eastward,
Guardian between the cliffs.
(Chorus)
Sleep now, my precious one,
With a smile upon your face,
The divine hand in the dark
Is gently rocking you to sleep.
God whispers in the night,
Guiding you with unseen might.
(Bridge)
A wall, simple yet unique,
Weightless and colorless it speaks:
Just a breath in the air.
Birds flying askew,
Light flickering through,
Winter's blade slicing through,
As summer sighs anew,
Storms blowing leaves away,
And shadows merge as one.
(Verse 3)
I long to meet the keeper of the light,
To climb the cliffs and reach his height.
To taste the waves upon his lips,
And gaze into the abyss within.
If he lives, I must find
That salty old man's side.
They say he gazes ever eastward,
Guardian between the cliffs.
(Chorus)
Sleep now, my precious one,
With a smile upon your face,
As the sea whispers its tale,
I set forth towards the lighthouse's light.
With a jug of milk and wine,
In my arms, a gift divine.
All must be ugly too.
(Outro)
And still he listens to the sea,
While the sea loves only itself.
Perhaps he listens no more,
Now turned to salt and lore.
But I shall go and find him there,
Scaling the razor-sharp path with care,
To converse of earthly woes and skies,
While the ocean's voice cries.
