(Intro — барабанный ритм: бум-бум… бум-бум-бум… пауза… бум…) (шёпотом) Hear the drum… It speaks the language of the earth. Each beat is a moment. Take it. Hold it. Make it yours. (Verse 1) The drum counts the seconds like stars in the night, I listen to silence, I step into light. No time is too small, no breath is too slight— I claim every minute with power and right. With every thump-thump, the rhythm says, “Stay, This moment is magic, don’t let it slip away.” (Chorus) Boom-boom—time is my drum, I own its sound, Boom-boom—I build my world from solid ground. Every beat is a choice, every hit is a vow, I spend my time wisely, I know what’s allowed. Sacred seconds, precious hours—I weave them in thread, With the drum as my witness, I honor each step. (Verse 2) Smoke rises from sage, the wind tells me true, “Your time is your spirit, your time is your clue.” I dance with the rhythm, I move with the flow, Turning ordinary minutes into sacred glow. Not a single second lost to doubt or to noise, I shape my tomorrow with both hands and voice. (Chorus) Boom-boom—time is my drum, I own its sound, Boom-boom—I build my world from solid ground. Every beat is a choice, every hit is a vow, I spend my time wisely, I know what’s allowed. Sacred seconds, precious hours—I weave them in thread, With the drum as my witness, I honor each step. (Bridge — ритм ускоряется, нарастает) Faster now—like the pulse of the land, Time is a river, I hold it in hand. I don’t waste a drop, I don’t lose a spark, Every moment I touch turns into a mark. Like a shaman reading the signs in the trees, I know where my power, my purpose, shall be. (Outro — ритм замедляется, становится глубоким и редким) Bum… (пауза) Bum… (пауза) The drum falls quiet, but the truth stays loud: My time is my magic. My time is my vow. So I rest in this moment, I breathe in the air, Knowing each second is treasure beyond compare. (финальный удар барабана)