I wish I could just fly, fly across the purple sky.
Spread my wings up high,
travel the world through distant times.
Wishes of freedom and choice,
To live as one, far from society.

Purple flowers blooming on the meadow.
Purple fog pouring itself on the mountains.
Purple dreams, purple thoughts, so mystic, so magical.
So unique.

Spirits inside me moving to the purple sounds.
Visions in purple, tastes and smells of purple.
Intelligent conversations by the purple river, stimulating our minds.
Jacaranda trees surrounding us where we sleep, thinking of tomorrow,
And the wide, long road leading me to my deepest,
Dark purple,

<< Arhiva >>