क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matisyahu
Vocals
Aaron Dugan
Guitar
Komakozie
Performer
Trevor Hall
Vocals
Chris Steele
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matisyahu
Composer
Ephraim Rosenstein
Lyrics
David Kahne
Composer
Trevor Hall
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrea Allen
Producer
Amy Weller
Producer
Ian Hlatky
Recording Engineer
गाने
There is a place in the bottom of the soul
Eats the bread of destitution
Hearts splash flat like dough
Where there is no pollution
You with no place to hold
Hopes, questions, or solutions
Bedrock of a river that flowed
No hope, questions of who's sin
We are men of nature
We are made from the earth
At the end of my eighty
I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock
Dry land, vast and silent
Only being, only breathing
We're just children of believers
Like fire and water, be strong with compassion
In the morning we're born everlasting
Like the gland by the sea, growing with the wind
Which knocks it down time and again
We remain and stand
Until the break of day carries us away
As we race through the phases of each generation
We leave our trace and then leave the station
Fears, fans, fantasies fade
No hope, untamed, unspoken
She walks through this world
Our dry grass that's cracked and broken
We came to teach the rain
We're just widows and orphans
Not afraid to feel the pain
Or to leave behind our notions
Bathe in showers, touch the tension
Calm the mountain, heal the frozen
Read the dreams in this here dungeon
Read the dreams in this here dungeon
We are men of nature
We are made from the earth
At the end of my eighty
I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock
Dry land, vast and silent
Only being, only breathing
Just children of believers
There's fire in these leaves and they fall naturally
Not afraid to face these seasons
Cause times change and there's no one to blame
Even when the day is leaving
Will you rise like a lion in the morning sun
Or will you just lay there bleeding?
When the time has come, return to the kingdom
Close my eyes, be screaming freedom
Freedom
Freedom
We are men of nature
We are made from the earth
At the end of my eighty I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land
Past the silent only being, only breathing
Just children of believers
We are men of nature
We are made from the earth
At the end of my eighty I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land
Past the silent only being, only breathing
We're just children of believers
We are men of nature
We are made from the earth
At the end of my eighty I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land
Past the silent only being, only breathing
We're just children of believers
Written by: David Kahne, Ephraim Rosenstein, Matisyahu, Trevor Hall
