Laze

Aloshyo

Verse 1 :
Summer mornings
When the breeze ripples the curtains
When sleep has not left my bed
Lies deeply caressing my eyes,
Those very mornings, the wind does shimmer, the wind.

Pre-chorus :
The mind stirs to the touch of an unknown emotion
Ready to sail across the sky as cottonballs

Chorus :
Let your apron be spread, I yearn for it
Don’t you shut your eyes, I’m almost there
There is still a lot of time in hand.

Verse 2:
In the secret alleys of my mind
Even now that vagabond, makes a quick disappearance,
His eyes fixed on the kite trailing without its anchoring thread,
Those depths of my mind
Your feeling-tipped fingers
Have not plumbed, have not.

Pre-chorus :
The mind stirs to the touch of an unknown emotion
Ready to sail across the sky as cottonballs

Chorus : Let your apron be spread, I yearn for it
Don’t you shut your eyes, I’m almost there
There is still a lot of time in hand.

English Translations by Sangeeta Ghoshal