Текст песни
[Intro: Silence, rain, a single bell, then lonely piano, 10 seconds.]
[Verse 1: Pure, light soprano, almost a cappella, gentle.]
Sleep, my spore, in the dark of roots,
Mother Earth will shield you from the shoots.
Do not fear the cold or endless night,
All that once was human — fade from sight.
I'm not wicked, I'm your brand-new dawn,
The one you've dreaded since the day you're born.
Hush now, hush, a leaf will fall,
Seed to soil, and world will call.
[Chorus 1: Cello joins, voice grows stronger, reverb.]
Cradle made of moss and bark,
In it — rest without a mark.
Close your eyes and let go hands,
Become part of timeless lands.
Do not shake, I'm near, I'm home,
We shall wander, green and prone.
Sleep, my spore, sleep, my shoot,
All that's false — is but a root.
[Verse 2: Voice deeper, slightly hoarse, piano glitch, subtle distortion.]
You sought rescue in steel and flame,
But roots are quieter than your fear and shame.
I was just like you — believed the lies,
In cities, progress, synthetic skies.
Now I see the truth through leaves and bark:
Human is a guest, the forest is the ark.
You're not dead — you're reborn anew,
Every cell holds ancient, sacred dew.
[Chorus 2: Echo choir added, voice with reverse reverb.]
Cradle made of moss and bark,
In it — rest without a mark.
Close your eyes and let go hands,
Become part of timeless lands.
Do not shake, I'm near, I'm home,
We shall wander, green and prone.
Sleep, my spore, sleep, my shoot,
All that's false — is but a root.
[Bridge: A cappella, crackling leaves, voice disintegrating.]
I remember my mother's hands of old,
But now I'm mother of the mist and cold.
I don't weep — I'm rain and haze,
I'm the end, and I'm the new phase.
Hear the spores? They sing in air,
They are calling, they are everywhere.
Do not fight, do not hide, don't flee,
In the rhizome — you and me.
[Final Chorus: Orchestra and choir swell, then voice drowns in wind and cracking, glitches to silence.]
Cradle made of moss and bark...
In it — rest... without a mark...
Close your eyes... let go hands...
Become part... of timeless... lands...
(Voice distorts to drone)
Do not shake... I'm home... we'll go...
All that's false... is but a... echo...
(Silence, root growing)
[Outro] Wind, dripping water, whisper: "Grow..."
