Letra de ' Babel ' de Lesoir

Is it the earth that calls or the urge to settle down?
No voice, no sound though it's clear, it's loud

On the plains our build will set about here
Behind these hills where we left our past

From far we came to high we're heading now
Never looked back now we won't look down

The earth cries out it's urge to slow it down
Our voice, our sound it's clear, it's loud

Old soul your little eyes pierce inside
See the worries in my mind
You look, you smile as if you say: It will be alright
Now so little, bit so wise my child

Old soul don't grow too fast
Don't bother what the world expects no just yet
You'll look, you'll smile and then you'll say: It will be alright
Soon so so big, so wise my child

Don't bother what the world expects
You will know what's best

Whether you babble or you speak
You'll be perfect, always be perfect to me
Soon so big, so wise

A painting, your best picture is not a threat on the wall
That red sky as decoration
Becomes a different sensation when rain begins to fall

What separates a flash, a split-second from a century?
Content, and context

What separates the life of a woman, or man
That achieves a million things
Or one monumental thing, from one that achieves nothing that anyone remembers?
Content, and context

What separates those that have lived lives
Full of love and happiness from those that have endured
Unfathomable pain and suffering
And never known a single moment of a bliss?
Much, much more than just content and context
Everything, the world

Yet in the scheme of things all lives and all experiences
Have a beginning, an end, and an in between and are one
As if they never were

Through the palms of the hands of the earth we slip
We are like water that seeps through her fists
We just take from her, and we never give

We are losing it
Losing grip
She lets go of us
She is furious

She's our ears and our eyes when we are sleeping
How much longer she lets us breath
And will she tolerate there narrow escapes
She lets go of us
She is furious