Singing birds and blossoming trees
The world of sounds and pictures is divine
I'm walking in the spring, enchanted by the beam
The light of the sun on my path
The sounds of the nature and its breath
Moments of our life are so damn precious
Living them, enjoying them is gracious
I forgive myself for wasting life on things that don't deserve regard
Loving me, admiring me
And listening to the song that my soul sings
It tells me 'bout my dream and makes my life flash and gleam
Steps of the lightened path shine
The voice that I hear is divine