(Instrumental intro) (Verse 1) In a world that never stops, that never waits, where time is gold and haste dominates, we forget to look, to feel, to care, to listen to others, to truly share. (Pre-chorus) But something calls us, brings us together, it’s listening that takes us to the moon and further. Without words, without noise, without fear, it’s the silence that opens hearts sincere. (Chorus) Cultivating listening, sowing the truth, giving presence, sharing human roots. Nothing more is needed, just to be there, to truly listen, without a judgment to bear. Cultivating listening, it’s the key in the end, to grow together, in life’s blend. (Verse 2) In classrooms, at work, or at home, listening is the bridge to connect and roam. It’s not a method, not a lesson to teach, it’s an act of love, within our reach. (Pre-chorus) Because in silence, light is born, when we listen without making it torn. No need to fix, no need to change, just being there, within love’s range. (Chorus) Cultivating listening, sowing the truth, giving presence, sharing human roots. Nothing more is needed, just to be there, to truly listen, without a judgment to bear. Cultivating listening, it’s the key in the end, to grow together, in life’s blend. (Bridge) It’s a cultivation with no final line, it blooms in you and blooms in mine. With time and care, the bond will grow, and nourish the soul with its gentle glow. (Final chorus) Cultivating listening, sowing the truth, giving presence, sharing human roots. Nothing more is needed, just to be there, to truly listen, without a judgment to bear. Cultivating listening, it’s the key in the end, to grow together, in life’s blend. (Instrumental outro)
