The wind blows softly I've got my hands in my pockets I walk through a sacred forest Where everything is orange From the sun, i see nothing So i close my eyes And think of something Where everything is gentle Freedom, i touch Wisdom, i see Everyday i watch The days passing me by The wind blows softly Everything i can see so clearly While i walk through the sacred forest Where everything turn orange From the sun, i see nothing So i close my eyes And think of something Where everything is gentle Freedom, i touch Wisdom, i see Everyday i watch The days passing me by