Music - Vladimir Bulaev Lyrics - Roman Zimonin ------------------------------------------------
Kid, Remember trees were big and high, As feet Carried you to shining sky.
And now you are taller, Afraid of the falling, Thin branches can’t hold you on top. You step on the root To reach hanging fruit But this way the height makes you stop.
Up the tree Like an ant! Cling and creep Climb the plant! Up the tree From the ground To the crown, To the sun!
Crawl And carry years on your back. All Superstitions are knick-knack,
Alarming predictions Are not more than fictions, Deceitful and mainly inane. The life-tree has branches We follow if matches, From roots up the trunk to the aim.
10.10.14
-------------------------------- www.vk.com/appleme www.facebook.com/applemeband ----------------------------- (C) Appleme. Roman Zimonin. All rights reserved.