It's quarter past noon,
a stylish guy was sitting on the bench,
he slurped the noodle like Mifune
and he spoke to me “Hey man, give me a cigarette”.
It's like a daydream,
we were talking only about the roots.
That guy threw the cigarette away
and he said to me “We've already met before”.
It's a strange afternoon,
south wind was blowing through
and I got a brand new point of view.
“Hope our paths cross again”
he smiled and walked away,
a long shadow fell on the white lane.
Sometimes my mind connects me and the universe
and blows away the knowledge stored up for a thousand years.
Then I feel...
Sitting on the same bench,
I saw the light white moon was in the sky
and I found a boy walking with a dog,
so I spoke to him, “Hey man, give me a cigarette".
It's a strange afternoon,
south wind was blowing through
and I got a brand new point of view.
“Hope our paths cross again”
he smiled and walked away,
a long shadow fell on the white lane.
I feel sometimes my mind connects me and the universe
and blows away the knowledge stored up for a thousand years.
I feel sometimes my mind connects me and the universe
and blows away the knowledge stored up for a thousand years.
Then I feel...
Then I feel...
Sometimes my mind connects me and the universe...