At Home There
I’m slippin through the trees, of anonymity.
The force is in the breeze.
The wild will set me free.
Sun is on the shine, rain is on my mind, when I’m home there,
I’m home there.
The healing has begun for the children of the sun.
The river is my life, the eternal one.
(The goal is ecstasy. The spirit must be free.)
El sol te llueara. A un major hugar. La fiesta empesara. Cuando tu llegas. Vamos a jugar. Vamos a sonar.