When I was a child
I was singing with a bird
I was flying with a bee
Round' n' round - yellow and brown.
I had many questions
Like "Why"? "When"? and"How"?
There were some answers
Surprising me till now.
"One" is a trouble
"Two" is a couple
Which often make troubles out of nothing.
People are creative - that's our native:
Everybody knows rules but they foul up the game.
Two days ago
I was ready to flow
Down the river
With a blue and white freedom.
But then I saw
The red skies in Your sad eyes
Reflecting dying flowers
And borning stars - I stopped.
"One" is a trouble
"Two" is a couple
Which often make troubles out of nothing.
People are creative - that's our native:
Everybody knows rules but they foul up the game.
You're asking me things -
I answer You by songs
Sometimes it makes You mad
But sometimes You smile.
I like when You're smiling
So one time a week
I do something stupid
Like giving names to each one of Your shoes.
The red skies in Your sad eyes...
I was singing with a bird
I was flying with a bee
Round' n' round - yellow and brown.
I had many questions
Like "Why"? "When"? and"How"?
There were some answers
Surprising me till now.
"One" is a trouble
"Two" is a couple
Which often make troubles out of nothing.
People are creative - that's our native:
Everybody knows rules but they foul up the game.
Two days ago
I was ready to flow
Down the river
With a blue and white freedom.
But then I saw
The red skies in Your sad eyes
Reflecting dying flowers
And borning stars - I stopped.
"One" is a trouble
"Two" is a couple
Which often make troubles out of nothing.
People are creative - that's our native:
Everybody knows rules but they foul up the game.
You're asking me things -
I answer You by songs
Sometimes it makes You mad
But sometimes You smile.
I like when You're smiling
So one time a week
I do something stupid
Like giving names to each one of Your shoes.
The red skies in Your sad eyes...