turuncu


the wind blows softly
i've got my hands in my pockets
i walk through a sacred forest
where everything is orange

from the sun, i see nothing
so i close my eyes
and think of something
where everything is gentle

freedom, i touch
wisdom, i see
everyday i watch
the days passing me by

the wind blows softly
everything i can see so clearly
while i walk through the sacred forest
where everything turn orange

from the sun, i see nothing
so i close my eyes
and think of something
where everything is gentle

freedom, i touch
wisdom, i see
everyday i watch
the days passing me by