The Sound Of Shoes Testo

In my heard I can feel the
burned colors fading away
So I'll chase the wind of freedom
to a far away city
The purple sky
always has a different shape
I'll sit here and wait untill
I can show it to someone
Tomorrow I'll
seach again for a small seed
of passion
On this journey
I open my ears
so that I can hear the whisper
of happiness
like the sound of my shoes
The crescent moon has cooled me down
as I am waiting for the noisy morning to come
No mater how many mornings will come
every one of the will be new and different
Once more
I'll go to you
my shoes will sound again
The vast big earth
thought me that I must first
return to that place
So if perhaps a small passion
could burn once again
even when
the passion burns out
I can follow the wind of freedom
so that I can smile gently like this
Waving my hand, I look at my feet
and hear the sound of my shoes