Goats have left the grass on her own
Faithful flowers gone too
On your beatiful head shining crown
Everything becomes blue
I don' t know how explain it
Seems to be clear
Please tell me bit a bit
Don' t go with your dear
Why do you run so fast
Why I can' t see your shadow
In my eye piece of the glass
Hurts me insistently sorrow
Sometimes I see flying stones
They are proud of a life
It' s my imagination it' s knowns
So I playing with a knife
I don' t know how explain it
Seems to be clear
Please tell me bit a bit
Don' t go with your dear
Why do you run so fast
Why I can' t see your shadow
In my eye piece of the glass
Hurts me insistently sorrow