Last Drop Of The Waterfall
By the time the first drop fell,
The last one was already glowing in his eyes...
To survive it had to fall. To prevail he couldn't let it be...
The journey was long, but it seems to be shorter when you can't see the end.
With closed eyes one can go far when one doesn't know where to go.
It is easier when one believes that the Moon will not lose the way
And one will be strong enough to hold the oath.
He is closing his eyes and turning back not to see
That the face of his home doesn't belong to him anymore.
Wise, old trees sough bidding him farewell. He walks his path.
The voices of the forest sound like whispers of his daughter,
Who he had lost.
Chorus: The face of home is bidding him farewell
Voices which he had lost...
Closed eyes of his beloved home
Can't touch this holy place...
One of those voices is surely the voice of a little ghost
Which rakes with the wind it's father's hair aside.
With tender hands it puts soft leaves under it's father's feet.
With dew it washes his tears away - the poison of his suffering...
Last drop will fall.
Chorus: The face of home is bidding him farewell
Voices which he had lost...
Closed eyes of his beloved home
Can't touch this holy place...
He�s the man who promised himself to find what is already gone.
His untiringly beating heart asks birds that sing like she sang.
He forgets to listen to the answer, listening to their song,
But doesn't want to understand its meaning.
The Moon is shining brightly tonight. It is a good guide.
A gentle shade leads him tenderly to goal of his trip.
This ghost shows him a monumental and crystal clear
Great waterfall which has it's source in him deep inside.
Last drop will fall.
He takes his little Angel and holds him in his arms
He didn't fail.
Now let him go away.
Chorus: One drop of the Waterfall...
Now let him go away...
Última gota de la cascada
Para cuando cayó la primera gota,
La última ya brillaba en sus ojos...
Para sobrevivir tenía que caer. Para prevalecer no podía permitirlo...
El viaje fue largo, pero parece más corto cuando no puedes ver el final.
Con los ojos cerrados se puede llegar lejos cuando no se sabe a dónde ir.
Es más fácil cuando uno cree que la Luna no perderá el camino
Y uno será lo suficientemente fuerte para mantener el juramento.
Él cierra los ojos y se da la vuelta para no ver
Que el rostro de su hogar ya no le pertenece.
Sabios y viejos árboles susurran despidiéndolo. Él sigue su camino.
Las voces del bosque suenan como susurros de su hija,
A quien había perdido.
Coro: El rostro del hogar lo despide
Voces que había perdido...
Ojos cerrados de su amado hogar
No pueden tocar este lugar sagrado...
Una de esas voces es seguramente la voz de un pequeño fantasma
Que peina con el viento el cabello de su padre a un lado.
Con manos tiernas pone suaves hojas bajo los pies de su padre.
Con rocío lava sus lágrimas, el veneno de su sufrimiento...
La última gota caerá.
Coro: El rostro del hogar lo despide
Voces que había perdido...
Ojos cerrados de su amado hogar
No pueden tocar este lugar sagrado...
Él es el hombre que se prometió encontrar lo que ya se ha ido.
Su corazón que late incansablemente pregunta a los pájaros que cantan como ella cantaba.
Olvida escuchar la respuesta, escuchando su canción,
Pero no quiere entender su significado.
La Luna brilla intensamente esta noche. Es una buena guía.
Una sombra suave lo lleva tiernamente hacia el objetivo de su viaje.
Este fantasma le muestra una monumental y cristalina
Gran cascada que tiene su origen en lo más profundo de él.
La última gota caerá.
Toma a su pequeño Ángel y lo sostiene en sus brazos
No falló.
Ahora déjalo ir.
Coro: Una gota de la cascada...
Ahora déjalo ir...