There’s a quiet hum in the server room tonight
Just the fans and the blinking of a thousand little lights
I’ve been working on this system since the early afternoon
Watching workloads drift across the wires like a tune

They told me change was something I should fear
That the old machines would always still be here
But the world keeps turning and the licenses run dry
And the penguins on the screen, they teach me how to fly

So we move it, gently, one node to the next
No alarm, no downtime, no broken thread of text
Open hands, open code, open road ahead
Live migration, like the words my mother said

There’s a engineer in Brussels and a coder in Madrid
Building something honest from the work that we did
We don’t need subscriptions, we don’t need a key
Just a kernel and a question and a will to be free

So we move it, gently, one node to the next
No alarm, no downtime, no broken thread of text
Open hands, open code, open road ahead
Live migration, like the words my mother said

And maybe one day all the walls will come down
And the data will run free in every town
And the children of the earth will remember the day
We carried our future quietly away

Live migration, soft as morning rain
Live migration, easing all the pain
One node, one heart, one open door
Live migration, evermore