The Water of my Soul seeps in the depths of the World it cross,
blending itself with the Soil this World is made up
Even the stones reach the point of melting and start powerfully to bloom in a new life
The Water of my Soul seeps in the depths of the World it cross,
blending itself with the Soil this World is made up
Even the stones reach the point of melting and start powerfully to bloom in a new life