Kara Johnstad - Song Of India текст песни

Sunday evening
Standing on the balcony,
Scenes of India
Slowly pass in front of me

Telling me a story of another time
Do you see
The winds a changing
The dusty sky of rusty red
Is swirling round the Neem tree.
Children wander
Searching for their destiny
Looking up to strangers
In a silent plea
Taking me back centuries to another time

Do you see
The winds a changing?
The mango rains are coming soon
To wash the dusty Neem tree.
Silence
Golden
Lost time
Song of India
Golden
Silence
Time lost
Song of India