Trouble

	When I was a child,
	I was singing with a bird,
	I was flying with a bee,
	round' n' round – yellow and brown.
	I had many questions
	like “Why”? “When”? and “How”?
	there were some answers surprising me till now.
	“One” is a trouble,
	“Two” is a couple
	which often make troubles out of nothing.
	People are creative –
	that's our native:
	everybody knows rules but they foul up the game.
	Two days ago
	I was ready to flow
	down the river with a blue and white freedom.
	But then I saw
	the red skies in Your sad eyes
	reflecting dying flowers and borning stars – I stopped.
	You're asking me things –
	I answer You by songs,
	sometimes it makes You mad but sometimes You smile.
	I like when You're smiling,
	so one time a week
	I do something stupid like giving names to each one of Your shoes.
	The red skies in Your sad eyes…

	When I was a child,
	I was singing with a bird,
	I was flying with a bee,
	round' n' round yellow and brown.
	I had many questions
	like " Why"? " When"? and " How"?
	there were some answers surprising me till now.
	" One" is a trouble,
	" Two" is a couple
	which often make troubles out of nothing.
	People are creative
	that' s our native:
	everybody knows rules but they foul up the game.
	Two days ago
	I was ready to flow
	down the river with a blue and white freedom.
	But then I saw
	the red skies in Your sad eyes
	reflecting dying flowers and borning stars I stopped.
	You' re asking me things
	I answer You by songs,
	sometimes it makes You mad but sometimes You smile.
	I like when You' re smiling,
	so one time a week
	I do something stupid like giving names to each one of Your shoes.
	The red skies in Your sad eyes