Sitting on a river bed with little flowers in my head, floating in a empty dream never ending melody.
Speaking in different tongue, only to the Earth and Sun,
children of the Moon will come, we sent the wind for them.
Carrying all of our welcomed friends, to where I sit on the river bed with little flowers in my head, floating in a empty dream never ending melody.
Speaking in different tongue, only to the Earth and Sun,
children of the Moon will come, we sent the wind for them.
Carrying all of our welcomed friends to where I sit on the river bed with little flowers in my head, floating in a empty dream never ending melody.
Speaking in different tongue, only to the Earth and Sun,
children of the Moon will come, we sent the wind for them.
Carrying all of our welcomed friends to where I sit on the river bed with little flowers in my head, floating in a empty dream never ending melody.
Speaking in different tongue, only to the Earth and Sun,
children of the Moon will come, we sent the wind for them.
Carrying all of our welcomed friends to where I sit on the river bed with little flowers in my head, floating in a empty dream never ending melody.