Oh, i without your presence
it's the tree without your leaves
as its branches of my veins
that would be my heart!
ah, there's sayings at its word
no comprise, it's nice maybe
do not say that forget it
damn, i suffer both still
i thinking of you
as the tree to think on two of us
it's wet grass
no its fragrance, i guess-
the enlighten of the sun on we
no, no seed
would be me, lying of the floor.
it's the tree without your leaves
as its branches of my veins
that would be my heart!
ah, there's sayings at its word
no comprise, it's nice maybe
do not say that forget it
damn, i suffer both still
i thinking of you
as the tree to think on two of us
it's wet grass
no its fragrance, i guess-
the enlighten of the sun on we
no, no seed
would be me, lying of the floor.