Valiha Carries the Rain

[Verse 1] Rain folds softly over the morning roofs. Valiha strings make a path through the silver air. I carry one clear phrase from the hill to the street. Each answering hand keeps the rhythm awake. [Call] Valiha carries the rain, carry it gently now. [Response] One road, one river, one room for every voice. Let the bright wood answer where the clouds have been. We move together without losing the small details. [Verse 2] Kabosy steps lightly beside the turning line. Marovany sparks and the hand drums leave space. No borrowed story tells us how to meet the day. We sing our own weather into the open blue. [Final Call] Valiha carries the rain, carry it gently now. The last note lands clear, and the morning moves on.