[Intro]
It's called Namaqualand, after the Nama people, the bushman of long ago
And it’s a part of our planet, unlike any place else
Heat blasted, frostbitten and windblown
But the Nama knew this land had a secret
The tenacity of the life, that hides between it's stones
They knew, that the land could awaken, and blossom into a paradise of flowers

[Verse]
Cottongrass, willow buds, little buds
Midsummer clouds below, above
White doves over ponds, below minnows grub
Fish spawns, water lilies, slimy slugs
Timely bees buzzеd, the season of love
Sunbirds
And pеrhaps the bushmen knew, that the glory of the spectacle in some years
Outshines all others
One word, undisturbed, through the grasslands
Superb, through the suburbs
Water dew condenses then trickle down into the roots
Moles make the soil more aloose
They dig holes and coils and loops
At night the owl hoots, while the flowers talk in groups
Pollen from flowers and Shaolin
A remote island, silt coming from the smoke from mountains
"Yesterday I spoke to the falcon
He had a rabbit in his talons
I said, why so much violence"
The falcon said, "Silence
For nature itself must have balance"
"True, but we get our sustenance from the sun
My petals are succulent, I sit amongst rock where rivers run"
Daisy, chinese rose, orchid, parrot flower, it's getting cold
Billion and billion of years old
Water makes us grow, we are patches, we are rose
Divine order, the lifeline to the vine of the orchid
Today I’m a flower, tomorrow I'm a forest
Out big brothers make Guatemalan chocolate
The falcon turned to me and said, "I am Horus"
And we said, "Peace be onto you, for we are the lotus"
As the praying mantis emerged from of this petal
"Hocus pocus, stay focused, I was waiting for grasshopper or locust
We are life and death"
Flower
[Outro]
This is not snow, but sharp quartz petals in the Knersvlakte region
The word means, 'gnashing of teeth'
And perhaps was inspired by the grinding of the early trekkers' ox wagon wheels
As they crossed this desolation in the sixteen hunderds