(Intro) A silence falls from the mountain range, a voice awakens where the mountain waits. The earth breathes beneath the stride of man, waiting for someone to speak its name once more. (A slow, deep guitar plays) (Verse 1) Beneath the crust of rock and salt, an ancient heart beats unmatched. A breath of forests, mist, and breeze, shaking the night and the sharp peak. You gave us the earth to hold in our hands, bread, silence, the distant horizon; and we, lost children of a distracted time, have forgotten that old, beloved covenant. (Chorus) Mother Earth, root and breath, you who bear the pain in your great revolution. You ask for no chains, no altars, or crowns, but only the respect of an ancient land. Silent mother, you who mend the wounds, you guard the secret of all lives. (Verse 2) There are those who look down from above searching for power, who measure your blood to bring you to your fall, who sell your sky, who slash your veins, without knowing the pain you endure in silence. But you do not answer with anger or storm, you wait for humanity to reclaim its truth, to touch the damp soil once more, to grasp the strength of a trampled homeland. (Chorus) Mother Earth, root and breath, you who bear the pain in your great revolution. You ask for no chains, no altars, or crowns, but only the respect of an ancient land. Silent mother, you who mend the wounds, you who guard the secret of all lives. (Bridge) And when the asphalt slowly splits apart, to return the green to space, it will be your voice singing once again, with no masters or owners to forgive. A gust of wind sweeping away the stones, purifying the deceit and the false truces. (Chorus) Mother Earth, root and breath, you who bear the pain in your great revolution. You ask for no chains, no altars, or crowns, but only the respect of an ancient land. (Outro) Earth that listens, earth that heals, beyond walls, beyond doubts. Mother... silent mother. (The sound of the guitar slowly fades away, like the wind across the plains)
