Mist creeps through the valley, quiet and pale, today it leads me to this place along the road. An old forest hands me all my memories, among the roots of trees, I find closeness. Time flows differently here, more slowly, feet search for their path. Every touch, the rustle of leaves, sounds different, memories fall like pebbles into water. Among the roots, where the tree drinks water, I too am rooted. In the deep earth, our hearts beat, we grow together, stronger, reconciled with fate. Oh oh oh oh, reconciled! Life writes stories, not always sweet, storms rage, we must stand firm. The roots hold us, it is not always easy, joined with love, we must not give up. Among the roots, where the tree drinks water, I too am rooted. In the deep earth, our hearts beat, we grow together, stronger, reconciled with fate. Oh oh oh oh, reconciled! But we must stand firm! That is the strength, after every fall to rise, to find a new direction. One day our beautiful moment will come, together we'll manage everything, believe me.
