Esperanto Vince Mendoza (Ft. Dianne Reeves & Metropole Orkest)

There's a secret that never dies
Like a song of hidden meanings that we never apprehend
There are questions just as old as time
And the answers that come never quite make amends
Even so, when you look at time
You can get a subtle feeling of the way it ought to be
Take a good look at your own real life
And you'll see if you want what you've gotten to be

It's a hope
A sign
A measure of quiet rapture
Of love
And what may come after
It's letting go
And letting no answer be an answer

How did smoke learn how to fly?
Where do birds go off to die?
Why does coal sleep in darkness?
Do dreams live in apartness?
Is a number forever?
Where's the soul of the water?
How old is old november?
No one here can remember
If I die where does time go?
Do the bees feel vertigo?
To get love, is there potion?
Or is love only motion?