歌詞

The hammer's hush at the day's retreat

Anvils rest under tired feet

The steel pan sings to the cooling night

While tom-toms hum of fading light

The contrabass sways deep and slow

Tracing paths where molten rivers flow

Her voice threads low like twilight’s seam

Binding the embers to a fading dream

Oh, sunset steals the forge’s glare

The countryside breathes the softened air

Melody rises where the anvils slept

A blacksmith’s song as the sunset wept

The starlight comes with a steady sway

Guiding the moon 'til it claims the day

The rhythm of rest, the night's bouquet

For weary hands and tools in gray

Steel pan whispers what sparks can’t show

Stories forged where the hammers glow

The contrabass walks on a dirt-worn track

Echoing peace as the daylight draws back

The countryside hums a quiet refrain

Though the tools will rise and toil again

For now, they sleep in the twilight’s crest

A blacksmith's sunset grants silence its rest