A book is a dream you hold in your hands

For a time, I rest in the grace of the world, and am free

You can't fight the desert

Nature does nothing in vein

A little piece of peace

The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone

For a time, I rest in the grace of the world, and am free

Mister Bird

I'm not like the otters

The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone

A little piece of peace

Mister Bird

I'm not like the otters

A book is a dream you hold in your hands

Nature does nothing in vein

You can't fight the desert