Hot Fields - Unustatud tee

UNUSTATUD TEE (The Forgotten Path) By Hot Fields A song about the lightness we lose as we grow — the child who only wanted to run and laugh, without fear of tomorrow. About the treasures we bury under the layers of years, the walls we build from our worries, and the light that still flows through their cracks. A longing to go back to the beginning, to close our eyes and simply be. Sõnad ja viis: Terje Põld Produktsioon: Hot Fields 🎵 Style: Nordic Art-Pop × Jazz Harmony × Epic Orchestral Guitar Solo × Cinematic Build × IMAX Production ✍️ Words & melody: Terje Põld 🎶 Production: Hot Fields Sõnad / Lyrics (EST): Vahest tuleb tahtmine olla see, kes veel ei tunne torme. Heita pikali pehmesse rohtu, kuhu maailma vari ei ulatu. Olla liivaterade lähedal, kus maailm on suur kui unistus. Kust leida unustatud tee? Kuhu jäi see kerguse kood? Klaasistunud silmade taga peitub ikka see habras ja puhas, kes tahtis vaid joosta ja naerda, ilma hirmuta homse ees. Nüüd on jalas liiga suured kingad, rajad, mis on raiutud kividesse. Kannan varjude rasket rüüd, kuigi seest olen ikka veel see. Kes ootab, et keegi teeks tule ja varjaks pimeduse eest. Aastate kihtide alla me matame aarded, mida lapsena hoidsime peos. Mängudest saavad reeglite raamid, naerust saab kauge ja kaja täis teos. Kõnnime mööda neid külmunud maid, unustades, et elu voolata võiks. Kust leida unustatud tee? Kuhu jäi see kerguse kood? Klaasistunud silmade taga peitub ikka see habras ja puhas, kes tahtis vaid joosta ja naerda, ilma hirmuta homse ees. Me ehitame muredest endale linnad, mille müüre me ise siis kaitseme. Kuid iga kivi all magab üks õnn, mis ootab, et me ta uuesti leiame. Läbi pragude müüris voolab valgus, ja ma mäletan... ma mäletan, mis kunagi oli. Enne kui tormid said nimeks elu, tahan minna tagasi algusesse. Olla vaid hetkeks see pisike laps, panna silmad kinni ja lihtsalt olla… ...pole muret... ...nagu unistus. ...lihtsalt olla. THE FORGOTTEN PATH (English translation) Sometimes the wish arises to be the one who doesn't yet know storms. To lie down in the soft grass, where the world's shadow cannot reach. To be close to the grains of sand, where the world is vast as a dream. Where to find the forgotten path? Where did the code of lightness go? Behind glassy eyes still hides that fragile and pure one, who only wanted to run and laugh, without fear of tomorrow. Now I wear shoes too big, paths carved into stone. I carry the heavy robe of shadows, though inside I'm still the same. The one who waits for someone to make a fire and shield me from the dark. Under the layers of years we bury the treasures we held in our palms as children. Games become the frames of rules, laughter becomes a distant, echo-filled task. We walk across these frozen lands, forgetting that life could flow. Where to find the forgotten path? Where did the code of lightness go? Behind glassy eyes still hides that fragile and pure one, who only wanted to run and laugh, without fear of tomorrow. We build ourselves cities out of worries, whose walls we then defend. But under every stone sleeps a happiness, waiting for us to find it again. Through the cracks in the wall flows light, and I remember... I remember what once was. Before the storms were given the name "life," I want to go back to the beginning. To be, just for a moment, that little child, to close my eyes and simply be… ...no worries... ...like a dream. ...simply be. #eestimuusika #estonianmusic #hotfields #unustatudtee #theforgottenpath #terjepõld #nordicpop #jazzharmony #cinematic #innerchild #528Hz #432Hz #639Hz