
We are new, we are buds, in pure forest beauty, Lines of smiles on the lips, life wakes up in the pulse. A million hopes in the heart Mantra is asleep The language of the chest is asleep in the bond of leaves.
We are new, we are buds, in pure forest beauty, Lines of smiles on the lips, life wakes up in the pulse. A million hopes in the heart Mantra is asleep The language of the chest is asleep in the bond of leaves.