Blender
Miscellaneous
Mailma On Sun
The weight of the years grows
we will soon be crushed
clumsy asphalt comes to our feet
dreams wear thin
The gang is just playing for time
they have too much to choose from
no one notices
everything is clear
if only you know how to look
Let the wind clean
raise the hems
throw the hair in a mess
get wet by the spring storm
glue the dress to the body
so you are beautiful
beautiful
and the world is yours
Raise your face to the rain
watch the birds fly
they don't sow
they don't reap
but they have enough of everything
Climb on the hill
from there you can see past the city
so you remember where you came from
and where you are going back
Let the wind clean you...
Sometimes it feels like ¤ the eddies of time
pull us along
open your arms to me
so the world can flow by
It's time for the sun to blossom
to reach for the sky
roots finally break the cold stone
if understanding waits
Let the wind clean...