If you listen closely,where you can't see.
in the distance
You'll be able to hear a singing voice
The machine or whatever it is which produces
that voice
Cannot be seen within this city
Because that voice is wiped out before
it reaches here
I can't hear that clear song
It'll come to you,that little sound
Right next to you,right before your
nose and eyes
It'll be overflowing,that green sound
So long as no one gets in its way
You're one of those sounds born on this wide,
great earth
Let's return to it,to the inside of that sound
If you creat a rhyrhm using those nostalgic tremors
of the mountains. you'll be able to see tha dancing
earth
Enormously blue,it rings resoundingly-
the earth orchestra
