Текст песни Peter Hammill - Gaia

Butterflies on the wheel
of a world that turns unyieldingly
every fragile beating wing
moves the motor of the thing,
oh, Gaia!

Butterflies stir a breeze
and the ripples flow unceasingly:
far away the cyclones swirl
It's a whole, connected world
Oh, Gaia!

Wipe those tears from your tired eyes:
every breath you take a sacred sigh

Butterflies on the wheel
making order out of chaos
and each ripple in the air
turns the motor everywhere,

Cry those tears, then dry those tired eyes:
every breath you take keeps you alive

Butterflies as we are
freeze in flight beneath the starry sky
but the ghosts fly on and on
in this sense we all belong,
oh, Gaia!

And the sum of all the parts
in the all-forgiving heart
oh, Gaia

Oh, Gaia!

(PH - Piano, Vox;
David Lord - Orchestar