When I`m sixty-eight, and I`m travelling by the mountains
When in a place between the middle of our own way
When you can hear a wine flute from beyond
What can you see within a flight?
Where my home is done there`ll be fields of willow and chaff
Those who can see the myth, those who see through (the) flesh
Those whose histories were bounded by fortune
Wealth made of tales of the unknown
These are my fellows, my comrades of wildness
From a ville called faldum
Where when never matters at all
Like the sun that rises at the east side of my thoughts
Phrases that no matter if, ain`t care without or within
Words that at last had meaning
Which could report that flame within
These are my fellows, my comrades of wildness
From a ville called faldum
Where when never matters at all
DAMI - When Lyrics
DAMI - When Lyrics
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When I`m sixty-eight, and I`m travelling by the mountains
When in a place between the middle of our own way
When you can hear a wine flute from beyond
What can you see within a flight?
Where my home is done there`ll be fields of willow and chaff
Those who can see the myth, those who see through (the) flesh
Those whose histories were bounded by fortune
Wealth made of tales of the unknown
These are my fellows, my comrades of wildness
From a ville called faldum
Where when never matters at all
Like the sun that rises at the east side of my thoughts
Phrases that no matter if, ain`t care without or within
Words that at last had meaning
Which could report that flame within
These are my fellows, my comrades of wildness
From a ville called faldum
Where when never matters at all
When in a place between the middle of our own way
When you can hear a wine flute from beyond
What can you see within a flight?
Where my home is done there`ll be fields of willow and chaff
Those who can see the myth, those who see through (the) flesh
Those whose histories were bounded by fortune
Wealth made of tales of the unknown
These are my fellows, my comrades of wildness
From a ville called faldum
Where when never matters at all
Like the sun that rises at the east side of my thoughts
Phrases that no matter if, ain`t care without or within
Words that at last had meaning
Which could report that flame within
These are my fellows, my comrades of wildness
From a ville called faldum
Where when never matters at all
Writer: Dami
Copyright: Lyrics © Tratore, EPM MUSIC USA LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Tratore, EPM MUSIC USA LLC