歌词
Someone bothered with the seasons
There's no reason to grow the flowers
They don't bother (they don't bother) with the wisdom
Of sunflowers because all withers in the end
But my mother's intuition with a blossom
Her life she pulls, she pulls
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 (dirt covered)
Lakes are in the destruction of a man
We must bother about each other
Said my father, the devotion he pulls, he pulls
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