2. Whispers of Ta-Mehu (Lyrics/Subtitles)

Whispers of Ta-Mehu (Lyrics)

Where the river splits in silver veins,
And the reeds hum low at dawn,
We walk the paths our mothers traced
Long before our names were born.
The hearth-smoke carries stories,
Carved in breath and sand and bone—
Of quiet hands, of humble joys,
Of a land that feels like home.

Yet the wind turns strange at twilight,
Like it’s searching for my ear…
And the marshes sigh in warnings
Only dreamers seem to hear.

Oh, Ta-Mehu, whisper softly—
Through the lilies, through the rain.
Let the spirits of our fathers
Guide my heart through what remains.
For the river keeps a secret,
And the night begins to sway…
Something stirs beneath the waters,
And it’s coming… coming our way.

I hear the footsteps of the past
In the rustling of the palms;
Ancestral voices circle me
In echoes warm as healing balms.
They guard our sleep in shadows,
They bless the hunt, the seed, the fire;
But in their murmured lullabies
There trembles… something higher.

A falcon’s shadow grazes me—
Too bright for mortal skies…
And the spirits bow in silence,
As if hiding ancient cries.

Oh, Ta-Mehu, whisper softly—
Through the lilies, through the rain.
Let the spirits of our fathers
Guide my heart through what remains.
For the river keeps a secret,
And the night begins to sway…
Something stirs beneath the waters,
And it’s coming… coming our way.

I feel the delta breathing,
Throat of earth and cradle wide;
The marsh reeds lean together
Like they kneel before the tide.
Even fireflies fall silent,
As if waiting for a sign…
And the spirits touch my shoulder,
Soft as whispers lost in time.

Oh, Ta-Mehu, whisper gently—
Hold the dusk in your embrace.
If the dawn brings storms or glory,
Let me meet them without fear or haste.
For my heart beats with the river,
And the river knows the way…
Still I tremble at its murmur:
“Child, the world will change today.”

And the delta wind grows colder,
As the falcon lifts its wing…
Something ancient stirs within me—
I can feel… the awakening.

Little seer…
You feel the wind,
But not the storm.
The river hides
A crown of blood.

Ta-Mehu trembles…
Your breath will lead him home…
The falcon rises—
And I will follow.

Soon…