When my music plays, the seconds will not tick
While the notes fall, the sun will hold its place
I will be wrapped in the eternal warmth of the innocent
As the drums crash down, so dropp my feet on this dirt path
Sweating from the day, I am alive
I long to rest by the creek
The love come forth from my soul
I shall ride this wave to the ends of the earth
Take me away
I lay in the fields of flowers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem