A keresés eredménye

Wandering child

If I close my eyes and listen to the wind
i kiss the light and taste the earth.
 
I sip thirstly from the petals,
the tears of the flowers
and ask myself who invented
the word of longing.
As a fire turned by the sun
I want the wind to give me chills
to turn me off, to turn me on playfully
Wandering child
I long to drink the light
as in the moment that will come,
I will also find the happiness...
 
Why would autumn exist, why the sadness?
Why the eyes have to learn to forget?...
 
I sip thirstly from the petals,
the tears of the flowers
and ask myself who invented
the word of longing.
I long to drink the light
as in the moment that will come,
I will also find the happiness...
Wandering child
As a fire turned by the sun
I want the wind to give me chills
to turn me off, to turn me on playfully
 
I long to drink the light
as in the moment that will come,
I will also find the happiness...
Wandering child
As a fire turned by the sun
I want the wind to give me chills
to turn me off, to turn me on playfully