Listening

Walking down the road
Distant memories are buried in the past forever
I stand on the court
Listening to the wind of change
Enjoying to the birds of sing around me

The wind blow straight into the face of time
Like a storm wind that will rind the freedom bell for peace of mind
Let our balalaika sing what my Guitar wants to say

The smooth sounds take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night to share our dreams with you and me
Listen…..