When a freeman walks on the road
there's no other person above him
just blue and serene eyes of God
just deeply black eyes of sky
With same faces, with same everyday...
I don't call it life, if the inner vision isn't free
I don't call it love, if you haven't hugged a tree
How many times do you have to born again to find yourself?
When a free soul's finding out truth
the star's never shown as a jewel
just sparkling tears or something more beautiful
just holy tears for us from above
With sore heart , with acid rain......
I don't call it truth, if my inner vision doesn't show
I don't call it happiness, if you mustt buy it with your anger
How many times do you have to born again to find yourself?