Arabica
Farben Lehre Lyrics


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Przed nami tajemny las
Strzelamy z łuku do gwiazd
Spragnieni soku z drzew
Zaczarowani we mgle

Szukamy dziewiczych miejsc
I tylko do snu tuli nas deszcz
Przed nami morze ze szkła
Horyzont kryształowych miast
Sięgamy swoich korzeni
i zaklętych przestrzeni

Szukamy dziewiczych miejsc
I tylko do snu tuli nas deszcz

Przed nami gorący wiatr
A w oczach pustyni piach
Dopóki czuję, że jesteś
Lepiej smakuje powietrze





Szukamy dziewiczych miejsc
I tylko do snu tuli nas deszcz

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Farben Lehre's song "Arabica" are about a group of people embarking on a journey through mysterious and enchanting places. They shoot arrows from a bow towards the stars, driven by their thirst for the juice of trees in the forest. The group is lost in a magical mist, searching for virgin places that they can surround themselves with and retreat to sleep.


As they continue on their journey, they arrive at a sea of glass and see the horizon of crystal cities. They reach for their roots and mystical spaces, hoping to find the virgin places they seek. As they explore the place, they are met with a hot wind and sand in their eyes - a desert. But despite the challenges, the presence of their fellow travelers makes the air taste better.


The lyrics of "Arabica" speak to the human desire to explore and discover new things and places. They touch on the notion of finding virgin sites that can provide rest and peace amid the chaos and busyness of the outside world.


Line by Line Meaning

Przed nami tajemny las
In front of us lies a mysterious forest


Strzelamy z łuku do gwiazd
We shoot arrows from the bow towards the stars


Spragnieni soku z drzew
We are thirsty for the juice from the trees


Zaczarowani we mgle
Enchanted by the mist


Szukamy dziewiczych miejsc
We search for pristine places


I tylko do snu tuli nas deszcz
Only the rain lulls us to sleep


Przed nami morze ze szkła
In front of us is a sea of glass


Horyzont kryształowych miast
The horizon of crystal cities


Sięgamy swoich korzeni
We reach for our roots


i zaklętych przestrzeni
and enchanted spaces


Przed nami gorący wiatr
In front of us is a hot wind


A w oczach pustyni piach
And in the eyes of the desert, sand


Dopóki czuję, że jesteś
As long as I feel that you're here


Lepiej smakuje powietrze
The air tastes better


Szukamy dziewiczych miejsc
We search for pristine places


I tylko do snu tuli nas deszcz
Only the rain lulls us to sleep




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