The knock of the wheels and the smell is spicy, I run away from deception, leaving away, this night.
The warm shore of the ocean, from love I want to be drunk, beckons me away that night, at
To the east, where the flower blossoms.
East, living water from high mountains, a sip.
To the east, where I can meet you, you.
East, east, believing and loving.
Ice and flame burn like a sting, you also ran away, no doubt away, that night
The trace of resentment and deceit will wash off the waves of the window, leaving the other night.
To the east, where the flower blossoms.
East, living water from high mountains.
To the east, where I can meet you, you.
East, east and loving east.
To the east, where the flower blossoms.
East, living water from high mountains, a sip.
To the east, where I can meet you, you.
East, east, believing and loving.
