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