A keresés eredménye

Forest child (Bon voyage)

One day I opened my eyes to a little strange place
Smooth hair grows all over the body
and shiny horns grow on the head
Such a strange place
 
Listen to that delicate song of the birds
Feel the freshness of the grass that touches the bare feet
Now I'm the freest dancer I've never been
I'm dancing
 
I'm trying to find a mysterious dream
A greener forest when we eyeball each other
climb the highest cliff and shout
A forest waiting for me far beyond from the world
 
blue sky Look at the sky getting darker
fireflies gatherig under the full moon that
it's as bright as a Christmas That was fluttering a long time ago It's so bright
If you get lost ask to the Tall tree
They always know great answers
Now I know what is “most like me” I know
I'm trying to find a mysterious dream
A greener forest when we eyeball each other
climb the highest cliff and shout
A forest waiting for me far beyond from the world
 
I'm trying to find a mysterious dream
A forest waiting for me far beyond from the world
I wanna be with you
 

Have a nice trip

Don't talk and repeat
You want to go away and leave
Trying to explain
And then l'd stay waiting for you
 
I swear by your life, my love
I'll start a new chapter of my life
I'm telling you from the deep of my heart
I wish you a nice trip
 
You aren't my dream knight (soulmate)
You are a dramatic person
I don't like drama
I don't like drama
 
And I'll try to say these words
In all languages
 
This is not the end of the world
I wish you a nice trip, have a nice trip
Between us no shame
All good things come to an end
 
This is not the end of the world
I wish you a nice trip, have a nice trip
You aren't an easy person
Stop acting
I can't bear anymore
 
My life won't stop
How easy is this life!
I'll keep dreaming
My dreams will never die
 
I won't become weak nor sad
It's all OK
Don't wait for me or ask
I hope you find happiness
 

Mirage On The Nilr

A silver hand
On the golden sand
When some people wake up
Another falls asleep
 
A silver hand
On the golden sand
Pyramids flyover
At dawn
 
Mirage on the Nile
Faces in the clay
Turn on the Nile
Clouds passing by
 
At the summits
The sun comes crashing
Hills
Like moored boats
When an eagle
With a reverse of the sword
We light the way to salt water
 
A silver hand
On the golden sand
When some people wake up
Another falls asleep
 
A silver hand
On the golden sand
Pyramids flyover
At dawn
 
Turn on the Nile
Clouds passing by
Mirage on the Nile
Volatile journey