Абраше

the wind reads your thoughts, it carries them across the rooftops, and someone noticed your traces in the dance of the leaves...
Fly, soul, fly higher and higher..
Rise to the heavens.
Don't trust words,
Come closer. Trust us, trust, Abraham.
Not everyone will understand, not everyone will find their way. Little by little, slowing your path just a bit...
Fly, soul, fly higher and higher..
Rise to the heavens.
Don't trust words,
Come closer. Trust us, trust, Abraham.