Letra de Ode to Life Pristine
Some won't bother With the seasons There's no reason To grow the flowers They don't bother With the wisdom Of sunflowers Because all withers in the end But my mother's intuition With the blossom The life she poursShe pours love Pure life True loveOde to the prudent me Ode to the cautious We own the air we breathe Ode to life pristineEarth Mother Dirt covered Lakes arid The destruction of a man We must bother About each other Said my father The devotion he poursHe pours love Pure love, pure devotion Perfectly clean Pure life, pure life Pure loveOde to the prudent me Ode to the cautious We own the air we breathe Ode to life pristineOde to the prudent me Ode to the cautious We own the air we breathe Ode to life pristine