

Road bends under a painted sky
Dust and gold in the morning light
Old stones carry a distant song I follow where the winds belong
Take me over the hills and the firelit plain Where the night
turns deep and the stars remain
Every step is a story,
every road a flame
Carry my heart through the sand again
Market calls and a turning wheel Hands of time in the clay
and steel
Faces pass like a river wide
Ancient streets on the traveler side
Far away, the horizon calls Ah ya leili,
the silence falls
I am small in the open air Still the road
says meet me there
Take me over the hills and the firelit plain
Where the night turns deep and the stars remain
Every step is a story,
every road a flame
Carry my heart through the sand again
La lai la, la lai
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