I was born by the two-forked river
Raised by wanderers, homeless and thieves.
Evenings filled with music and dances
Nights slept under roof of leaves
Sing to me Forest; tell your secrets for me
I will never speak against thee.
They came to me; say I am their prophet
Some look for solace, some for fame.
Taking me away; I never spoke one word
It is not I who you need to tame
Taken from the Forest; whisper the secrets for me
I shall never speak against thee.
Maybe one day as my flesh will perish
Some wandering bird finds my bones
Flying back to the Forest I scatter
My grave will not be marcked by stones
Back to the Forest; sing your secrets for me
I did never speak against thee.
Hear my flute play the song of our lives
Telling you the words I never say
Let me mend all your lingering worries
Watch the dance of the golden jay
Sing to me Forest; tell your secrets for me
I will never speak against thee.
Listen to the Forest, telling secrets for thee.
All the things you asked from me.
