Iris fields, lost in my memories…

A flower is not a flower is the colour of a sky
Is the scent of a wind that blows me to those fields
There’s a land where your hand has stolen one of rainbow’s ray
That today I find here as a sweet promise… sweet promise

Iris fields, lost in memories…

A flower is not a flower is the case of a secret
Where I took shelter to dream and to fly away
There’s a dune near the moon I seemed to see the sea so blue
were Iris fields which gently waved in the desert breeze… the desert breeze

Iris fields lost in memories…

You bring me a flower without knowing it takes me in another country
So tenderly, so quietly I come back here… come back here…

Iris fields, lost in my memories...

She’s going out to meet the gaze of a man, who once loved her
Instead she’ll find a knife that will take her life, slit her throat
She’s scared, She’s trying to escape from your firm grip
She’s crying whereas, a few moments before, she’s dancing/ Now
Her heart is beating to the rhythm of the stars… In your nightmare
Yallah Yahalalala, Yallah Yahalallalla Yallah Yahalalala …lalala
Yallah Yahalalala, Yallah Yahalallalla Yallah Yahalalala …lalala

She has believed in your words, in your hands, in your eyes
And you instead you‘ve taken away her dreams, her smiles
She’s scared, She’s trying to escape your killing spree, screaming
as loud as she can she’s lifeless now but She
will keep on dancing to the rhythm of the stars… In your nightmare
Yallah Yahalalala, Yallah Yahalallalla Yallah Yahalalala …lalala
Yallah Yahalalala, Yallah Yahalallalla Yallah Yahalalala …lalala

Life is sacred: don’t waste it!
Breathe, Listen, Learn, Think, Read, Travel, Sing, Laugh,
Play, Run, Swim, Jump, Taste, Dream, Paint, Dance, Love, Love
Respect, love, love, love…
Respect and love, respect and love, respect and love, respect and love…
Yallah Yahalalala, Yallah Yahalallalla Yallah Yahalalala …lalala

In a far place where I've been
were a woman carded the wool... an iranian
She spinned a yarn about a pretty girl like me
Who wanted everything all that she dreamed at once

Along a river I met a man who was telling off his son
For running near the bank jumping the slidy stones
Without fears and brakes tasting the splashes on his face
the father said:” you have to listen to the rhythm of life”

the snow fallin' down so softly
the fog clearing up so lazily

Yavash, yavash, yavash, yavash...
Yavash, yavash, yavash, yavash...

Every morning at the dawn I could hear the plaintive prays
of the muezzin
I followed the sunrise and closed my eyes to the world
still sleeping and breathing so quietly so purely

The resin dripping so painfully
The candle bursting so slowly

Getcha, know things always follow their ways
There's nothing you can do...
(You) can't prevent or change events as you prefer
you only have to wait...

Yavash, yavash, yavash, yavash...
Yavash, yavash, yavash, yavash...

Along the path of my way
I met some joy and some pain
A lake… just framed
Where… I could lay…

At dawn I set up and went
Carrying a bag full of sand
Man of Fen… man of fen
In whom I’m plunging
Without putting up any resistance…

And so I let myself go
Swallowed by passion and love
I see reflections of gold… among his eyelashes…

Along the path of my way
I’ll meet some joy and some pain
Man of fen man of fen…
In whom I’m plunging
Without putting up any resistance…

And so I let myself go
Swallowed by passion and love
I see reflections of gold… among his eyelashes…
Yeah yeah yeah…

Walking barefoot on a beach, water wets, deleting my traces and the castle I've built
and the foam wraps my ankles
and the salt burns my lips...

Grey veils of clouds swolled by the Sirocco, pushing them
blowing the gulls slapping waves they rise
and my hair is like whips on my face
and this stone I'll miss it in the backwash...

I'm driving through the images
Escaping behind me
Sensations remain painting white all my memories
the time flowing quickly when you want to go slowly
To relish each moment Just now that you can...
Feel with Heart and Mind...

Lying on grass while the air rocks me sweetly
passions leave place to tenderness
so the red turns to pale rose
the hurricane becomes light drizzle

I'm driving through the emotions
growing inside me
Sensations remain painting white all my memories
the time flowing quickly when you want to go slowly
To relish each moment Just now that you can...
Feel with Heart and Mind...

Driving fast along a way, and see I don't kwow how it's named
Then this way divides I have to choose...
which direction should I take?
Lookin' back I meet my eyes, reflected by the rearview-mirror
They ask me where are you...

In this night without the moon
Within heart a sort of gloom
Lookin' for your moves... I'm sure
Thousand miles of brooms run on the left side...

On the street to you
No matter how far you are, distance seems to be short
When I know behind that door there are you
No matter what planet you live on
I would rent a space-ship and leave and reach you
Everywhere you were

On this road so dark and cold, there's your shadow over all
Lookin' at your face... It's grace
Partin' your lips in a smile

On the street to you
No matter how far you are, distance seems to be short
When I know behind that door there are you
No matter what planet you live on
I would rent a space-ship and I leave and reach you
Everywhere you were

Yesterday I planted a twig in Yankees’ ground
Mother Earth will watch over it with care
It’ ll grow up strong, Sister Rain will romp…
Knowing it belongs to… Abedabun

My name is Abedabun I’m an Indian girl
Living in the forest with spirits and bears
In the full moon nights I make a fool of wolves
Howling at the top… of my voice!

Every morning I wake up at the dawn and go
To take some water at the spring where I meet
My friend hare, we two go for a walk
Towards Yankees’ rock, from which we have a look
Of my sapling

But now I am a woman and I live in a big town
At feet I wear the shoes, at hands some velvet gloves
But when I will be old I’ll take my stick and go
To die in the shade… of my oak (twice)
In times my oak will see, my friends:
hares, wolves and bears
Still playing with the spirit of… Abedabun

Running across the trees, to hide from my sister
who's still counting: one, two, three, when we played hide-and-seek
we laughed sweated and didn't care of mum who was shouting
to come back because the meal was ready on the table...

It was a spring daytime and the air was full of colours and silent scents
and all the leaves were dancing yes, reflecting the light in all the way
then at nightfall the moon, brightened those swollen flowers
they seemed bunches of pearls...

Where are we now?
We run, we bump into, we cross and don't see us
We try to live somehow
when all the things go wrong
let's hide in wild acacias' garden

Walking along a street while cars, running, make a deafening noise
and I see my friend, she's waiting in front of the jewelry
where I wish I bought a little bracelet of pearls
to give it to my sister to remind her
of those days where we will live for ever …

It is a spring daytime and the air is full of colours and silent scents
and all the leaves are dancing yes, reflecting the light in all the way
then at nightfall the moon will brighten those swollen flowers
they'll seem bunches of pearls...

Where are we now?
We run, we bump into, we cross and don't see us
We try to live somehow
when all the things go wrong
let's hide in wild acacias' garden

Dry is the bed, stones everywhere...
lie between the banks furrowed by the river
like a wrinkled face

Hot is the wind that sings and blowing
raises the thorny shrubs running... roll in the dust...

As the grains of sand cement one another
sculptured by the wind draw a desert rose...
A desert rose

A blinding sky, in which vultures fly
In circles more and more narrow
around the carcass

This arid earth desolate and rough
scrached by innumerable chinks... is my mother

As the grains of sand cement one another
petrified in the sharp petals of desert rose...
a desert rose...

If you break this rose from the wound will go out
the blood of my pierced heart
my desert heart...

In the silence of the dawn, you can hear the beat of world
Still plunged in the gold rays, you can stop all that for always

Each morning is the same morn, with nothing to run for
Just pictures that have trapped you, you must stop all that for always

You need to see things in a different way, from another point of view
You have to wash away your greyness, to change the air... You'll feel

The Wind callin' the Rain...

You have got a house of clay, to model as you prefer
A little rag bear in bed that will stay with you for ever

Now it's your turn to change the way, look at the sky and blow
Let all your breath come out and make new air come in... You'll feel

The Wind callin' the Rain...The Wind callin' the Rain...

When you seem that everything is set up like a sunny day
Suddenly your hair begins shakin' and your tears end up in

Wind callin' the Rain...The Wind callin' the Rain...