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*** Autor textu: Indica *** Autor hudby: Indica
Sleeps in the field
Have you seen, seen how the leaves in trees grow old?
They submit to the wind and float at the mercy of air
For some time
Free they are born and free they die
Are born and die
Only when dead, they can feel the earth
In vain I stared at the future, always looking further away
When nobody gets the answer by staying up at night
Again my sky lights up and goes out
Lights up and goes out
I can only see when I'll see beyond the canopy
Lights up and goes out
Lights up and goes out
I'll only understand when I'll see beyond everything
And who sleeps in the field
Gets gold sand into her eyes
Doesn't see the past, the future
But always blossoms
