First the violins loose its sounds and its sense
A white snow lyric`s griping though its sole
An old song wtih red blooded thrillings of human soul
It smells like green tea... quenching fragrance

It`s growing in the thigh a tree which is so sweet
Are flying in the canteen swarns of jade butterflies
Above her, fell his blue eyes, so truly, with no lies
On her chest stars are coming to take a bit of sleep

Initially, the watch`s so understanding
That`s just one second standing whitout the write to go
The man is just one player respecting word of law
Of wrapping his half part in tenderness and loving...