A tree with no leaves, clothed in wood   cracks the vacant sky with its jagged paths   its waiting and anticipating   the moment when spring reveals itself   and the tree will remember what its like to be beautiful      Let us sing of this greatness   can you feel the vibrations?   let us throw our words and feel the sensations   can you feel the sensations?   let us create our art   let us perform our lives   let us be your destiny      And your eyes, the honest lands horizon   littered with nothing but life   is a contrast of vacant and occupied space      Let us sing of this greatness   can you feel the vibrations?   let us throw our words and feel the sensations   can you feel the sensations?   let us create our art   let us perform our lives   let us be your destiny      And your eyes, what is up from this ground will always be pure   and we shall not hear nor speak nor see a false truth   we shall not hear nor speak nor see a false truth   we shall not hear nor speak nor see a false      Let us sing of this greatness   can you feel the vibrations?   let us throw our words and feel the sensations   can you feel the sensations?   let us create our art   let us perform our lives   let us be your destiny   and your eyes.