Give me the flute and sing
for singing is the secret of existence
And the sound of the flute remains
After the end of existence.
Give me the flute and sing
for singing is the secret of immortality
And the sound of the flute remains
After the end of existence.
Have you taken the jungle same way I did
A house instead of palaces
and you followed the runnels
And climbed the rocks
Have you taken the jungle same way I did
A house instead of palaces
and you followed the runnels
And climbed the rocks
have you bathed in a perfume
and dried yourself with a light
have you bathed in a perfume
and dried yourself with a light
and have you drunk the dawn as a wine
out of cups made of ether
Give me the flute and sing
for singing is the secret of existence
And the sound of the flute remains
After the end of existence.
Give me the flute and sing
for singing is the secret of immortality
And the sound of the flute remains
After the end of existence.
Have you sat in the afternoon, as i did,
Between the grape plants
with the clusters hanging
like golden chandeliers
Have you sat in the afternoon, as i did,
Between the grape plants
with the clusters hanging
like golden chandeliers
Have you slept on the grass at night
And used the sky as you blanket
Have you slept on the grass at night
And used the sky as you blanket
Ascetic in what will come
Forgetting what has passed
Give me the flute and sing
for singing is the justice of hearts
And the sound of the flute remains
After the end of guilts
Give me the flute and sing
and forget disease and medication
for people are just lines
written, but with water
Give me the flute and sing
and forget disease and medication
for people are just lines
written, but with water
Give me the flute and sing
and forget disease and medication
for people are just lines
written, but with water
