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The Sprouts [Поросль]

[Intro]
(Airy arp, shimmering pad, soft kick, distant seagull FX, gentle wind)
From the distance, from the depths of the sky,
At the edge of time and all that’s passing by.
A call, a cry, it strikes you straight inside,
Right into the heart, where the soul’s tides ride.
Into the spirit;blade, the core that never lies,
It hits you deep, beneath the quiet skies.

[Verse 1]
You froze in place, you felt it to the bone,
Stunned and still, yet something stirred alone.
Then you woke, you shook it off, you rose to fly,
Like a seagull riding waves beneath the open sky.
Glowing bright, a white moon shining on the sea,
A beam of light is racing out ahead of thee.
It lights the foam, the ocean’s restless breath,
Guiding you through the dark, beyond the edge of death.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Snare rolls, evolving synth, tension climbing)
You came here with the sunset, till the morning star appears,
To work with fire and faith across the fields of endless years.
On the fields of heaven’s harvest, where the cosmic grain is sown,
You ran toward the sun, you drank the earth, you made it your own.
You planted seeds by thousands in the soil beneath your feet,
Will you be strong enough to see them all take root and grow?
Will your life be long enough to watch them reach the sky?
Or is the road too wide, too far, too hard to ever try?

[Chorus]
Is there enough light and warmth to keep the sprouts alive?
Did the rainbow cross your path, did hope still have a hive?
Did the honeywort bloom and fade, did you collect the honey sweet?
Are the flame;bright butterflies still dancing in the heat?
Was the guitar string torn apart, did the violin neck break?
Did your sprout grow tall and strong, or wither where it’s placed?
Did it dry up at the root, before it found its way?
Or did your thoughts become the kind that kings could only say?
The kind that echo through the ages, clear and bold and true,
The kind that lifts the world up high, and sees it all anew.

[Verse 2]
Maybe every seed you cast will bloom in time and space,
And every scar you carry now will turn into a grace.
Maybe the broken strings will sing a deeper, older tune,
And the cracked bow will draw a sound that shakes the moon and sun.
Every fragile bloom that fell will feed the soil with gold,
And every loss you bore will shape the hands that hold the mold.

[Bridge]
(Break: kick drops, reversed vocal chop, ambient textures, glitch FX)
Stand at the edge and feel the wind that blows across the plains,
Ask yourself the quiet truth beneath the driving rains.
Not the noise, not the glitter, not the masks we wear each day,
But the root beneath the surface, what you planted, what you sowed.
What is growing in the dark, unseen but never gone,
What will rise when dawn returns and breaks the night in one.

(Drop: full beat returns, warm supersaw lead, sidechain pumping, layered percussion, bright stabs)

[Chorus]
Is there enough light and warmth to keep the sprouts alive?
Did the rainbow cross your path, did hope still have a hive?
Did the honeywort bloom and fade, did you collect the honey sweet?
Are the flame;bright butterflies still dancing in the heat?
Was the guitar string torn apart, did the violin neck break?
Did your sprout grow tall and strong, or wither where it’s placed?
Did it dry up at the root, before it found its way?
Or did your thoughts become the kind that kings could only say?
The kind that echo through the ages, clear and bold and true,
The kind that lifts the world up high, and sees it all anew.

[Outro]
From the depths of sky to fields of golden grain,
Your journey’s written in the seeds you leave again.
Let the sprout break through the soil, let it reach for morning light,
Even if it trembles now, it will find its own flight.

(Fade with repeating vocal chop): “let it grow… let it grow…”