her summer

[intro]

[verse]
Sunlight falls across my window,
Morning drifts in, calm and slow.
On the road that’s long awaited,
Where the poppies freely grow.
I am soaring over the old town,
Holding white wine in my hand.
Everything feels sweet and gentle,
Like a film from a bygone land.

[chorus]
Where the crimson melts into the blue,
Far beyond the horizon unknown…
They’ve been waiting forever, it’s true —
Mother, I am coming home.

[verse]
In the day my soul’s a kobza,
But at night it sings again.
I’ve been gathering lost visions,
Prophetic dreams or drug-like pain.
Life’s a faded reel of memories,
From the films of seventies.
I dance like a holy jest
In the poppy fields at rest.

[guitar solo]
Yet whatever fate may bring,
In my soul it’s endless summer.
Colored glass upon my wings
Will be seen by my own children.

[chorus]
Where the crimson melts into the blue,
Far beyond the horizon unknown…
They’ve been waiting forever, it’s true —
Mother, I am coming home.
Mother, I am coming home.

[outro]
[chorus]
Where the crimson melts into the blue,
Far beyond the horizon unknown…
They’ve been waiting forever, it’s true —
Mother, I am coming home.
Mother, I am coming home.

[outro]