Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear Oh, oh.
Oh, I been flying… mama, there ain't no denyin' I've been flying, ain't no denyin', no denyin'
All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land Trying to find, trying to find where I've been.
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again Sure as the dust that floats high and true, when movin' through Kashmir.
Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear Ohh.
When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down… Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there
Let me take you there. Let me take you there Пусть солнце сжигает мое лицо, И звездами полны мои сны - Я - странник во времени и пространстве, Я ищу дорогу назад, Туда, где я сидел с мудрыми старцами прекрасного племени, Которые редко являют себя миру. Они говорили о днях, в ожидании которых они сидели и ждали, Днях, когда будут открыты все тайны.
Любое слово в их ритмично-гибком языке - как песня, И звуки их речи ласкали мои слух. Мне не о чем было их переспрашивать - Так ясен был их рассказ.
О, детка, я был слепым; О да, мама, детка - бесполезно отрицать это! О да, я был слепым; Мама, мама - бесполезно отрицать это, отрицать это…
Все кругом было цвета охры; Солнце выжгло землю, Песок набивался в мои глаза, Когда я пытался разглядеть линию горизонта. Как мне найти, как мне найти это место?
Лоцман бури, не оставляющий следа в пустыне, Словно люди, которых видишь во сне, Начерти мне путь, чтобы вернуться туда- Желтая река пустыни Словно Шангри-ла под летней луной, Я снова вернусь По теченью песка - песок тоже ищет Свой Кашмир…
О, отец четырех ветров, наполни мои паруса, Чтобы мне пересечь море веков, Без забрала, с открытым лицом, Переправиться через стремнины страхов.
О, когда я стремлюсь, когда я в пути, И мои ноги устают на опасной дороге и не желают идти, О, как мне, как мне плохо, как мне плохо тогда! О, как мне, как мне плохо, как мне плохо тогда, так плохо! О, детка, о, моя детка, Отправимся вместе туда, Давай отправимся вместе с тобой, Отправимся вместе туда… Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear Oh, oh.
Oh, I been flying ... mama, there ain't no denyin ' I've been flying, ain't no denyin ', no denyin'
All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land Trying to find, trying to find where I've been.
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again Sure as the dust that floats high and true, when movin 'through Kashmir.
Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear Ohh.
When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down ... Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there
Let me take you there. Let me take you there Let the sun burns my face , And the stars are full of my dreams - I - a wanderer in time and space , I'm looking for the way back , Where I sat with the wise elders wonderful tribe Who is rarely to the world . They talked about the other day in anticipation of which they sat and waited , Days when all the secrets will be opened .
Any word in their rhythmically flexible language - as the song And the sound of their voice caressed my ear. I had nothing to them to ask again - So clear was their story.
Oh, baby , I was blind ; Oh yeah, mom , baby - it is useless to deny it ! Oh yeah, I was blind ; Mother, mother - it is useless to deny it, deny it ...
All around was the ocher ; The sun scorched earth Sand stuffed in my eyes , When I tried to see the horizon. How do I find , I find this place ?
The pilot of the storm , leaving no trace in the wilderness, Like the people you see in a dream , Draw me a way to get back there - Yellow River Desert Like Shangri-la beneath the summer moon, I 'll be back The flow of sand - the sand is also looking His Kashmir ...
Oh, father of the four winds , fill my sails , To me cross the sea centuries Without a visor , with an open face , Cross the rapids fears.
Oh, when I aspire to when I'm in the way , And my legs get tired on the dangerous road and do not want to go, Oh, how I like my bad as I feel bad then! Oh, how I like my bad as I feel bad then, so bad! Oh baby , oh my baby, Go together there , Let's go with you, Go there together ...