Tell me where are you from
Which wood are you carved from
Why did not you stay there
Why go to nowhere
You were supposed to stay there
In veins of stalks, in lungs of trunks
Among roe deers and birds' shouts
There your heart stayed
Your calm house
Now you are an echo
A little distant echo
To me
Which wood are you carved from
Why did not you stay there
Why go to nowhere
You were supposed to stay there
In veins of stalks, in lungs of trunks
Among roe deers and birds' shouts
There your heart stayed
Your calm house
Now you are an echo
A little distant echo
To me