A keresés eredménye

The Son of Yesterday

There, between the mountains,
a new dawn begins.
The sky invites you to go
and not to think of returning.
 
A wise sorcerer said thus:
Remember what I taught you
Well, your path starts here
and in solitude you have to do it.
 
Six faces has the son of yesterday.
Firm is the ground at my feet.
 
The air with its song will guide me.
The leaves will whisper to me when I walk
what path to take.
The water with its dance will heal me
when I suffer injuries from stumbling,
it will wash away my tears.
 
People change, they come and go,
sometimes in my direction
but a few will leave
their stamp on my heart.
 
The years dance their dance on the clock,
my pen draws a new illusion.
 
The air with its song will guide me.
The leaves will whisper to me when I walk
what path to take.
The water with its dance will heal me
when I suffer injuries from stumbling,
it will wash away my tears.
 
The air with its song will guide me.
The leaves will whisper to me when I walk
what path to take.
The water with its dance will heal me
when I suffer injuries from stumbling,
it will wash away my tears.