When the summer breeze puts to leaves to sleep
Forgotten symphony spreads through space
I'm not saying the breeze became mean
We're not listening to the writers wise words
Let's stop our steps
Let's stop our thoughts
Let's look far to the deepest blue
We'll find the chances
What we're never searching for
Let's stop the moment
The moment of bliss
It depends on us on our understanding
If our view is endless
Or it ends on horizons
Let's stop our steps
Let's stop our thoughts
Let's look far to the deepest blue
We'll find the chances
What we're never searching for
Let's stop the moment
The moment of bliss
It depends on us on our understanding
If our view is endless
Or it ends on horizons
