Bohemian Winds

You know, dear mother, life isn’t a pleasure cruise
It measures time with sleepers and rails,
I’ve been engulfed in melancholy blues
Thus crossing thickets, moors’n’trails.
For not laying to your grave even being able
Scarlet carnation wreathes I beg your pardon -
As I’ve planted from the changing table
For you in my heart a flowers garden.

Chorus: anyway the wind blows (x2)
Guaranteed to blow your mind anytime

Do you hear, mom, Vishuddha hasn’t grown silent
And the lily of the valley in a strath heavenly dings.
You’ll chuckle: «Alexa, I'm just kidding so violent» -
In my chest under pressure a thorn bird sings.
You know, mom, who wants to live forever?
Who didn’t taste of love playing heavy father’s role,
Like the blind leading blind claiming: "Happiness is for clever."
The earthly world is your warm knitting ball.

Just know that in joys and sorrows
On a path in an old family seats garden
Holding holy sweets in the lap of tomorrows
From my young age you’ve warded off trouble.
I pray for your ethereal creature in a daily grind
Enheavening hasn’t gone astray.
I can hear, mom, how the bohemian wind
Continues blowing anyway.

Music Video https://youtu.be/svGFtNYL0I8?si=F1q9BHeYt8RjfiTm