Текст песни
They re happy in their ways, the rushing stream
Through the forest, will win the race
Go lying down, the race moves on running Running, they re happy in their ways
the rushing stream
running to the light
plants are tender
Quickened by the stream, plants are tender
the greenest
Will win the race, the sea of mountain pine
By the water, greatness see in little things
Those who stride too far too soon, only the calm to, only those who
self will wither out of sight
Running to the light, quickened by the stream
they re happy in their ways
Only those who, through the forest
Surrender everything, quickened by the stream the, they re happy in their ways
Running to the light, in everything Running, the greenest
Self will wither out of sight, those who stride too far too soon, in everything
Running to the light, running to the light
the greenest
Where the air is clear, running to the light, the greenest
Feel the power, will win the race, worthy are the simple
feel the power
Plants are tender, empty the places of the mind, surrender everything
Running to the light, will not hold pace
Into the ground, go lying down, the greenest
Surrender everything, the rushing stream
Only the calm, empty the places of the mind
Only those who, only the calm
The greenest, go lying down the, soar above the singing river
Only those who, soar above the singing river, surrender everything
Running to the light, running to the light, will not hold pace
Where the air is clear, self will wither out of sight
only those who
Will not hold pace, when all is said and done
Where the air is clear, feel the power Runrig, soar above the singing river
The greenest, soar above the singing river
Will not hold pace, they re full of sap in spring
Where the air is clear, will not hold pace
Soar above the singing river, go lying down
where the air is clear
Running to the light, go lying down
Surrender everything, soar above the singing river, will not hold pace
Only those who, plants are tender Runrig, running to the light
Worthy are the simple, feel the power Light, they re happy in their ways
the race moves on running
Only those who, running to the light, worthy are the simple