I spread my wings
And I`m flying
Through the windows of your dreams
But your windows
Were not open
So I crashed against your window screen.
I didn`t know
that your security arrengements
were so drastic, cruel and hard.
So I`m peeling myself
from your window,
trying to clear the mess I left behind.
And I`m so stoned
like a granite boulder
trying to roll down from his hill.
And one day, one day, one day
I^m rolling back
to your lovely window sill.
And then I hope
That your windows are open
so we can hold hands and we can fly away.
Music and words: Murat Tchundyk, instruments: The Kasakhibrotherssoundsystem live pure!
Play your guitar E/A/H/A and sing along with your friends and tell them about Murat
at the campfire. copyright c Murat Tchundyk Soon there will be NEW CD in your shop!!!!