A heart and a bubble
Both are in trouble...
There once was a fast weed
that had a special need...
I called a friend, standing in awe,
after the one who practiced law...
(English version)
Burning hoofs...
With you being at a distance
demons creeping up...
I watch you as I sit, all alone by the window
Looking at the hills across the long meadow...
A man must stand for his values,
such time will come...
Her two crossed arms
Go round and round...
Oh thank you
For my special few...
I know at times i have lost my ways too
forgot 'bout efflorescences of truth...
Her yellow crown
Trumpet shaped...
Best seat in my room
It helps with the blues...