My life, the tree of possibilities,
existence a wealthy leaf*ge full
of humming bees just now I can tell you why,
I wanted to listen to the tree whispering
without you 'cause
you mean the abolition of all the chances
my life's one way reduction.
Romantic and fascinating air of mistery,
with a just visible trace of our conversation
join us together the opposite desire, mayble stupid,
not identifiable meaningless,
divide us but afterall we didn't stay in the shadow:
We have left a sign.
'Cause we have left a sign.
Or mayble you have induced me to listen to
the musical whispering of branches
but don't give up the tree, this echoe is inside you.
My life, the tree of possibilities,
existence a wealthy leaf*ge full...
'Cause we have left a sign.
Or mayble you have induced me to listen to
the musical whispering of branches
but don't give up the tree, this echoe is inside you.
Just now I can tell you why, I want to listen
to the tree whispering without you,
cause you mean the abolition
of all the chances my life's one way reduction.
Or mayble you have induced me to listen to
the musical whispering of branches
but don't give up the tree, this echoe is inside you.