The water is calm-a ripple lone
On an ocean vast on waves unknown
With a shovel of chance I dig necessity's hole
In a world without rhythm no pulse of soul
Tomorrow blankets today; yet today feels no chill
Life's flow unbroken is only a dream's will
The poet's like rain the scholar a rail
The philosopher's wind-someone else in our tale
The harmonica too belongs to the bold
To those who disrupt who cannot be told
My day and my rose stolen of bloom
And thunderous echoes fill the room
This "psychic" is nothing new-
Just a rash in childhood hue
Three monsters abide
Strength on the faces of highland birds
Etched by a sun's sharp trace its words
Cut through unreachable shadows deep
Secrets are sleds of time we keep;
We are wolves each of us deep-
Won't you just dig
Secrets our tether as we pull the track
Forgotten in snares we're pulled back
Remember life is today; yet today feels no chill
Life's flow unbroken is only a dream's will
The poet's like rail The poet's like rail
The philosopher's wind-someone else in our tale
The philosopher's wind-someone else in our tale
Tomorrow blankets today; yet today feels no chill
Life's flow unbroken is only a dream's will
The poet's like rail The philosopher's wind
Someone else in our tale
The harmonica too belongs to the bold
To those who disrupt who cannot be told
My day and my rose stolen of bloom
And thunderous echoes fill the room
This "psychic" is nothing new-
Just a rash in childhood hue
The harmonica too belongs to the bold
To those who disrupt who cannot be told
My day and my rose stolen of bloom
And thunderous echoes fill the room
This "psychic" is nothing new-
Just a rash in childhood hue
The man with no footfall approached our minds
And none of us heard him come in kind
Fear guards us all undeterred
While humankind stands undisturbed
From fear come gifts like summer's light
The ripened fruits of hidden might
And other fruits of hidden light
The man with no footfall approached our minds
And none of us heard him come in kind come in kind
The man with no footfall approached our minds
And none of us heard him come in kind
Fear guards us all undeterred
While humankind stands undisturbed
From fear come gifts like summer's light
The ripened fruits of hidden might
We write for the endings the starts we seek
The cycles of life that urge us to speak
Which of these which answer shows
Which wakes me from these echoed woes?
Am I blind or a man unseen
Lost in the space between?
The gaps we see in things undone
Remind us of a distant one
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English
The water is calm-a ripple lone
On an ocean vast on waves unknown
With a shovel of chance I dig necessity's hole
In a world without rhythm no pulse of soul
Tomorrow blankets today; yet today feels no chill
Life's flow unbroken is only a dream's will
The poet's like rain the scholar a rail
The philosopher's wind-someone else in our tale
The harmonica too belongs to the bold
To those who disrupt who cannot be told
My day and my rose stolen of bloom
And thunderous echoes fill the room
This "psychic" is nothing new-
Just a rash in childhood hue
Three monsters abide
Strength on the faces of highland birds
Etched by a sun's sharp trace its words
Cut through unreachable shadows deep
Secrets are sleds of time we keep;
We are wolves each of us deep-
Won't you just dig
Secrets our tether as we pull the track
Forgotten in snares we're pulled back
Remember life is today; yet today feels no chill
Life's flow unbroken is only a dream's will
The poet's like rail The poet's like rail
The philosopher's wind-someone else in our tale
The philosopher's wind-someone else in our tale
Tomorrow blankets today; yet today feels no chill
Life's flow unbroken is only a dream's will
The poet's like rail The philosopher's wind
Someone else in our tale
The harmonica too belongs to the bold
To those who disrupt who cannot be told
My day and my rose stolen of bloom
And thunderous echoes fill the room
This "psychic" is nothing new-
Just a rash in childhood hue
The harmonica too belongs to the bold
To those who disrupt who cannot be told
My day and my rose stolen of bloom
And thunderous echoes fill the room
This "psychic" is nothing new-
Just a rash in childhood hue
The man with no footfall approached our minds
And none of us heard him come in kind
Fear guards us all undeterred
While humankind stands undisturbed
From fear come gifts like summer's light
The ripened fruits of hidden might
And other fruits of hidden light
The man with no footfall approached our minds
And none of us heard him come in kind come in kind
The man with no footfall approached our minds
And none of us heard him come in kind
Fear guards us all undeterred
While humankind stands undisturbed
From fear come gifts like summer's light
The ripened fruits of hidden might
We write for the endings the starts we seek
The cycles of life that urge us to speak
Which of these which answer shows
Which wakes me from these echoed woes?
Am I blind or a man unseen
Lost in the space between?
The gaps we see in things undone
Remind us of a distant one
On an ocean vast on waves unknown
With a shovel of chance I dig necessity's hole
In a world without rhythm no pulse of soul
Tomorrow blankets today; yet today feels no chill
Life's flow unbroken is only a dream's will
The poet's like rain the scholar a rail
The philosopher's wind-someone else in our tale
The harmonica too belongs to the bold
To those who disrupt who cannot be told
My day and my rose stolen of bloom
And thunderous echoes fill the room
This "psychic" is nothing new-
Just a rash in childhood hue
Three monsters abide
Strength on the faces of highland birds
Etched by a sun's sharp trace its words
Cut through unreachable shadows deep
Secrets are sleds of time we keep;
We are wolves each of us deep-
Won't you just dig
Secrets our tether as we pull the track
Forgotten in snares we're pulled back
Remember life is today; yet today feels no chill
Life's flow unbroken is only a dream's will
The poet's like rail The poet's like rail
The philosopher's wind-someone else in our tale
The philosopher's wind-someone else in our tale
Tomorrow blankets today; yet today feels no chill
Life's flow unbroken is only a dream's will
The poet's like rail The philosopher's wind
Someone else in our tale
The harmonica too belongs to the bold
To those who disrupt who cannot be told
My day and my rose stolen of bloom
And thunderous echoes fill the room
This "psychic" is nothing new-
Just a rash in childhood hue
The harmonica too belongs to the bold
To those who disrupt who cannot be told
My day and my rose stolen of bloom
And thunderous echoes fill the room
This "psychic" is nothing new-
Just a rash in childhood hue
The man with no footfall approached our minds
And none of us heard him come in kind
Fear guards us all undeterred
While humankind stands undisturbed
From fear come gifts like summer's light
The ripened fruits of hidden might
And other fruits of hidden light
The man with no footfall approached our minds
And none of us heard him come in kind come in kind
The man with no footfall approached our minds
And none of us heard him come in kind
Fear guards us all undeterred
While humankind stands undisturbed
From fear come gifts like summer's light
The ripened fruits of hidden might
We write for the endings the starts we seek
The cycles of life that urge us to speak
Which of these which answer shows
Which wakes me from these echoed woes?
Am I blind or a man unseen
Lost in the space between?
The gaps we see in things undone
Remind us of a distant one
Writer: Besim Karakadılar
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid