As the sun drifts through the oceans.
As the sun goes old, all that comes will go,
hard to face it.
As the song goes on we are history.
As the sun goes old.
O, my love, have you ever thought about
the wind, the trees, the rain, the earth,
the sun again, the stars and peace.
As the clouds cloud in the blue sky.
As the night comes shy, all that comes will go,
hard to face it.
As the song goes on we are history.
As we climb the trees.
O, my love, have you ever thought about
the wind, the trees, the rain,
the earth, the sun again, the stars and peace.
Nesrin Sen