Your medicine will be the sound
You take your bitter pill
hoping to get better
now knowing
that you also
get worse
You take your bitter pill
from the poison of the dragon
a present from the snake's eyes
But your cure, one day
will be smooth and sweet
like the melody of a song
like the scent of a flower
like the colors of the rainbow
Your medicine will be the sound
your medicine will be the color
the sound and the color
that your own cells hide
in the depths of your aether.
2nd version
You take your bitter pill indeed
Expecting to get
better
But now you know, already alas!
that it, also kills you
You take your
bitter pill indeed
The essence of the dragon
The ambiguous
cure the poison is
from th' eyes, of the snake
But know your
cure, will be one day
Like a song’s melodic joy
will be soothing
and relaxing
like a flower’s nice scent
will be smooth
and sweet uplifting
as colours of the rainbow
Your medicine
will be the sound
the sound and the
colour
your medicine will be the colour
that your own cells deeply hide
your medicine
will be the force
of your own aether's depths.
