Jurga - Trouble | Текст песни

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• Jurga
• 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…