There, hidden well in the leaves of a tree,
To my tiny life I give meaning.
I'm spinning my fine thread of silk.
Here in the leaves, we come in great numbers,
All are silkworms, one and another.
And spinning their fine thread of silk.
.
Little drops one by one gathered to make oceans.
Grains of sand gathered to make mountains.
The eternity's long, it must be...
All I want is to contribute my small part,
To spin in my little life
Just a thread of fine silk.
.
Someone's up in the webs of mysterious teachings,
Or extraterrestrial people.
When I'm spinning my fine thread of silk.
Someone... solve the secret of all creation.
Or demolish hard rock formations,
When I'm spinning my fine thread of silk.
.
Little drops one by one gathered to make oceans.
Grains of sand gathered to make mountains.
The eternity's long, it must be...
All I want is to contribute my small part,
To spin in my little life
Just a thread of fine silk.
.
I'm but a little slug of a bug, I
Never knew anything but my craft.
Crazy life just passes me by.
Yet we, we make with our fair little hands
Cloths of smoothness extraordinary.
A beauty that feels to the touch.
.
Little drops one by one gathered to make oceans.
Grains of sand gathered to make mountains.
The eternity's long, it must be...
All I want is to contribute my small part,
To spin in my little life
Just a thread of fine silk.
