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
What 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:]
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]

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.

One drop of the Waterfall...
Now let him go away...
[x4]

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