Letra de Basilea Basilea

All the earth is a fair violin sitting alone, ignored on the floor. It longs to sing a song, the song it was made for. We're surrounded, we're all surrounded by an overflow of love. When it's quiet, when it's silent, you can hear creation's groan…its song. All the earth is a tall glass, a chalice sitting dusty on the shelf. And it longs to be filled with most expensive wines, to touch their lips and give drink again. We're surrounded, we're all surrounded by an overflow of love. But when it's quiet, when it's silent you can hear creation's groan, its song to be made known that all will be new again. Let's partake in the renewing of them… until I am new again.