My head's like a buzzer
In the sunny morning rain I used to follow
The line of being confused Once more
That is sick
When the line has a dream to catch
I can remember The secret of the
other side
Once more
And I said so
What I saw
And I was confused When I had known
Now I sing what I feel In the sunny morning rain
Away from your desire Away
from your desire
From your desire
Time for the moment
Comes a little witch I was inside of My own self I wonder
Is this real?
And I said so
What I saw
And I
was confused
When I had known
Now I sing what I feel
In the sunny morning rain Away from your desire
Away from your desire From your desire
I
saw a 춥
o Bartók
insanity and the will of the cloud of things.
We are a discipline of expression in a total vanillas.
Away from your desire.
The desire
to drive inside.