Bukahara
The Earth
Pale gentle blue, the grass is poured with dew
Sweet melodies still hanging in the trees
The earth is changing sides, will turn into the light
Dreams quiet and deep, my friends - they're still asleep

The earth is turning clockwise
When you see it from here
Along with the sunrise, we disappear

Fire burns so bright, still glowing from last night
Bottles of wine, the morning makes them shine
There is no sound, my feet - they touch the ground
Here comes the day, we slowly fade away

The earth is turning clockwise
When you see it from here
Along with the sunrise, we disappear

The earth is turning clockwise
When you see it from here
Along with the sunrise, we disappear