I know, you know
I know the morning star
You know I play guitar
I know the flying bird will be gone
I know I feel you, dad
You know you never die
But we no need to talk anymore
Flags are dreaming of marmalade sky
Tales are going on in my old book
Now there's no man stands on the hill top
Winds are blowing there
Spinning long time, spinning long time
When I was combing hair
Inhaled the morning air
Just like the passing days in the light
I know my friends will come
To know if I'm at home
So I will tell them well, I'm alright.
Fate will bring your soul to like a scooter
And I'll be there, too, if you need so
Thought made just me down like a looser
Winds are blowing here
Spinning long time, spinning long time
Spinning long time, spinning long time
Flags are dreaming of marmalade sky
Tales are going on in my old book
Now there's no man stands on the hill top
Winds are blowing there
Spinning long time, spinning long time