Pink Sun
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
In the wild field I run
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
Without dreams and ambition
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
All the flowers are naked
In the wild field I run
As a wacky landscape
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
In the wild field I run
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
Without dreams and ambition
In the pink sun, on my way
My thoughts just fly away
It's the precious moment I touch
When I don't rave so much
I'm naked too, it's gorgeous
The wind blows in my hair
Nature is ingenuous
And I'm without a care
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
In the wild field I run
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
Without dreams and ambition
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
In the wild field I run
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
Without dreams and ambition
But I see, yes I see
On your face, so gently
When the smile surprises you
How lovely you are, too
Only a bee on my head
Fusses, misunderstands
"Hey, I'm just a weird poet,
I'm not a flower yet."
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
In the wild field I run
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
Without dreams and ambition
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
In the wild field I run
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
Without dreams and ambition
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
In the wild field I run
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
Without dreams and ambition
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
In the wild field I run
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
Without dreams and ambition
In the wild field I run
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
Without dreams and ambition
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
All the flowers are naked
In the wild field I run
As a wacky landscape
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
In the wild field I run
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
Without dreams and ambition
In the pink sun, on my way
My thoughts just fly away
It's the precious moment I touch
When I don't rave so much
I'm naked too, it's gorgeous
The wind blows in my hair
Nature is ingenuous
And I'm without a care
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
In the wild field I run
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
Without dreams and ambition
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
In the wild field I run
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
Without dreams and ambition
But I see, yes I see
On your face, so gently
When the smile surprises you
How lovely you are, too
Only a bee on my head
Fusses, misunderstands
"Hey, I'm just a weird poet,
I'm not a flower yet."
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
In the wild field I run
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
Without dreams and ambition
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
In the wild field I run
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
Without dreams and ambition
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
In the wild field I run
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
Without dreams and ambition
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
In the wild field I run
In the pink sun, in the pink sun
Without dreams and ambition
Credits
Writer(s): Patricia Cohen, Riff Cohen
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