| Song | Seed |
| Artist | Marek Novotný |
| Album | Fresco |
| 作词 : Arnošt Sameš | |
| 作曲 : Marek Novotný | |
| Down there, oh down there in the dirt | |
| Where no one can see | |
| Incoming new motion | |
| New life from a tiny seed | |
| With utterly clear notion | |
| And divine devotion | |
| To break thru and to see | |
| The world´s a great place to be | |
| With so many forms & dimensions to reveal | |
| And to be within. | |
| And then comes the ocean | |
| Big ocean | |
| Power with intention to merge all things in one. | |
| Down there. Deep down there in the heart | |
| Where I can feel a fountain spurting a potion, | |
| Sweet lotion that´ll seal your senses with a scene | |
| Of bright coloured notion. | |
| Devotion to meaningful loving that thrives | |
| And never ends. | |
| I know it´s sweet never ending melody! | |
| Until the time tells you | |
| ‘It´s over´. My heart heart breaks into two. | |
| They might think it´ll bury me. | |
| Where the sky meets the sea. | |
| On my journey we trip and stumble over | |
| Things that turn to stepping stones to rise again! | |
| Down there. Oh down there in the dark | |
| Where I can feel a vivid spark | |
| Out of my own seed. | |
| I´m the seed. |
| zuò cí : Arno t Same | |
| zuò qǔ : Marek Novotn | |
| Down there, oh down there in the dirt | |
| Where no one can see | |
| Incoming new motion | |
| New life from a tiny seed | |
| With utterly clear notion | |
| And divine devotion | |
| To break thru and to see | |
| The world s a great place to be | |
| With so many forms dimensions to reveal | |
| And to be within. | |
| And then comes the ocean | |
| Big ocean | |
| Power with intention to merge all things in one. | |
| Down there. Deep down there in the heart | |
| Where I can feel a fountain spurting a potion, | |
| Sweet lotion that ll seal your senses with a scene | |
| Of bright coloured notion. | |
| Devotion to meaningful loving that thrives | |
| And never ends. | |
| I know it s sweet never ending melody! | |
| Until the time tells you | |
| ' It s over. My heart heart breaks into two. | |
| They might think it ll bury me. | |
| Where the sky meets the sea. | |
| On my journey we trip and stumble over | |
| Things that turn to stepping stones to rise again! | |
| Down there. Oh down there in the dark | |
| Where I can feel a vivid spark | |
| Out of my own seed. | |
| I m the seed. |