Little by little the night turns around.
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn.
Lotus's lean on each other in yearning.
Over the hills where a swallow is resting.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.


Over the mountain watching the watcher.
Breaking the darkness waking the grapevine.
Morning to birth is born into shadow
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun.

To be continued...