𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘖𝘳𝘶, 𝘌𝘯𝘢 𝘚𝘢

instrumental

intro

Before the tower...

Before the borders...

One voice...

Then every tongue divided...

verse 1

Back in Babylon, cut into kiln-fired stone

Marks in the clay from a language nobody owns

Dust in the grooves where the old hands pressed it

Passed through the years while the whole world stretched it

Mothers kept humming while children kept learning

Words kept turning while the empires were burning

Every new shoreline changed how they phrased it

Still kept a trace of the tongue that had made it

Sumer to Akkad, roads full of travelers

Trading more than silver, spices and calendars

Every new village added a variation

Never quite erased the first conversation

Letters kept changing, the meanings kept bending

Still heard the roots in the shape of the ending

Time could not bury what mouths kept repeating

Long after kingdoms had fallen to pieces

chorus

Before Babel...

One voice carried us...

Before Babel...

One sound gathered us...

Split by the miles...

Changed by the years...

Still every language...

Brings that beginning near...

verse 2

Carried by rivers and carried by sea

Crossing every border nobody could see

Passed from the elder down into the child

Living another lifetime every hundred miles

Bent by the weather and shaped by the seasons

Kings gave commands while the people gave meaning

Some words vanished while others survived

Still something older kept all of them alive

Markets and harbors, camps after sundown

Stories exchanged while the cups passed around

Every farewell and every first greeting

Added another small turn to the speaking

Maybe what we're hearing never really left

Maybe every sentence still remembers breath

Maybe every tongue, wherever it is spoken

Still holds a piece that was never fully broken

bridge

Aru ma... tala ven...

One voice moving down a thousand roads

Ena sol... ena sa...

What was spoken never fully goes

Tara me... tara nu...

Passed from the elder into the child

Oru nai... oru nam...

One beginning carried every mile

Different mouths reshape the sound

Turn it over, hand it down

But when the oldest phrases come

Every tongue remembers one

verse 3

Aru ma in the market, tala ven on the trail

Ena sol in the promise that the years could never pale

Tara me from the teacher, tara nu to the young

Oru nai at the source, oru nam in every tongue

Not carved for decoration, not preserved for display

It lived because the people kept on speaking every day

Changed in pronunciation, shortened in the telling

Still the oldest rhythm kept returning in the spelling

One became many, then the many carried on

Through every border drawn and every kingdom gone

What sounded foreign was familiar underneath

Different ways of shaping what began as common speech

final chorus

Before Babel...

One voice carried us...

Before Babel...

One sound gathered us...

Split by the miles...

Changed by the years...

Still every language...

Brings that beginning near...

Before Babel...

Before division...

Millions of voices...

One point of origin...

outro

Ena sol... ena sa...

Tara me... tara nu...

Aru ma... tala ven...

One voice...

Still moving through us...