SLAVIA NOVA - Audio + Lyrics

I call her Slavia Nova, her face is cut in gold
We dance on future meadows when summer stars are cold
My little Slavia Nova, the future of this race
Bright white dawn on the highway, last moon comes down in lace

She guides the weary traveler, she shows the tramp his way
At daybreak birds are crashing into her rising brain
And everything is grooving, her rhythm fills the world
And so our globe’s her plaything and so the futures toll

I take her to my garden where everything is new
She shows me landing spaceships, I recognize the crew
The ones who came before us returned to take us home
Back to the primal garden where human seed has grown