Kamaskera Every Street

Every street becomes a garden,
Lazy ways to greet the morning,
Past the gates to find directions,
Where the sparrows teach us patience,
Carry songs from me to morning,
Such a gorgeous revelation,
To discover new sensations,
To pursue these fleeting moments.

And you beside me,
For a while, it's true,
Since this life can be a treasure,
When the light belongs to you.

Tapping rhythms on the railing,
Making music from the pavement,
Through the dust and through the laughter,
Where the echoes find each other,
Leave the worry for tomorrow,
Such a simple celebration,
To remember one another,
To continue what we've started.

And you beside me,
For a while, it's true,
Since this life can be a treasure,
When the light belongs to you.

Every street becomes a garden,
Lazy ways to greet the morning,
Past the gates to find directions,
Where the sparrows teach us patience.