Little by little the night turns around Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Lotuses lean on each other in union Over the hills where a swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the sun
Over the mountain watching and watcher Breaking their darkness waking their grapevine Why don't you watch Why don't you shout out Love is the shadow that ripens the wine Set the controls for the heart of the sun
What was the man who arrives at the wall Making the shape of his questions at asking Maybe the sun will fall in the evening Will he remember the lesson of giving Set the controls for the heart of the sun
