A keresés eredménye

Chasing Foggy Mornings

You can see, it's not normal, far from normal,
I admit that I'm a total wackadoo.
I am chasing, I am chasing foggy mornings,
And there's nothing better for myself to do.
 
REFRAIN #1:
Folks are riding to earn fortunes, folks are riding on a purpose,
To escape from their resentment and from woes.
But I'm riding, but I'm riding to chase rainbows,
To chase rainbows in the land of fog and firs.
 
You can see yourself, it's simple, really simple
For the one, who took a leave at least just once.
You imagine it’s an impulse or a signal:
Peaks in sunlight, spruces, songs of rains and bluffs.
 
REFRAIN #2:
It’s not a problem that my luggage does contain in equal measure
Recollections, sadness, debts unpaid of yours…
But I'm riding, but I'm riding to chase rainbows,
To chase rainbows in the land of fog and firs.
And I'm riding, and I'm riding to chase rainbows,
To chase rainbows in the land of fog and firs.