Lyrics

[Etherial music with sounds of birds, water ripples, similar to a paradise, accompanied by music with dreamy ethereal echoes of child angels]
(Verse 1)
Winter drapes the valley in silence,
Echoes of storms still trembling low.
Rivers whisper of broken bridges,
Homes once golden, lost in the snow.
(Pre-Chorus)
The sky once proud now wears fatigue,
A nation sways like a weary oak.
North pulling, South pushing,
East rising, West retreating—
All lost in a storm of echoes.
(Chorus)
Let us hibernate, let the frost run deep,
Let the dawn hush its hurried glow.
Noon will rest, dusk will heal,
And night will cradle our souls.
In stillness, we’ll find the strength to rise,
For spring will call us home.
(Verse 2)
A mother folds herself in warmth,
Her lullabies melt the winter’s chill.
A father lingers by the embers,
Tracing old dreams in the smoke.
A son, weary from climbing the mountain,
Rests beneath a starlit sky.
A daughter, hands stained in toil,
Finds peace in petals drifting by.
(Pre-Chorus)
The hills murmur of restless hunger,
The valleys weep forgotten songs.
Yet underground, the roots still whisper:
“Strength is gathered in the quiet.”
(Chorus)
Let us hibernate, let the frost run deep,
Let the dawn hush its hurried glow.
Noon will rest, dusk will heal,
And night will cradle our souls.
In stillness, we’ll find the strength to rise,
For spring will call us home.
(Bridge)
Softened colors, fading voices,
Seeking constellations above.
A paradise only hearts can know,
A dream told in many tongues.
(Outro)
For spring will come, as it always does,
Blossoms rising from the snow.
But for now, let us hibernate,
And in stillness, become whole again.