Letras
Sit in the winter sun
taking a walk
listen to the water fall
looking at the stars
cutting root beet
while the moon says hello
light a fire
herbs from the sea
vervain of the summer
bare feet on the fire
I could be d'accord
no getting somewhere
no doing more
everything in silence
even my old thoughts
less waiting for the moment
you always hunt for something
hunt to get somewhere
hunt for admiration
too much for our souls
the pond is talking to me
I slide in the snow
l am a flying fairy
can't you see my glow?
slowly dying