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 fool 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 burning stars - I stopped
"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 fool up the game
"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 fool up the game
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
"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 fool up the game
"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 fool up the game
The red skies in your sad eyes...
The red skies in your sad eyes...
The red skies in your sad eyes...
The red skies in your sad eyes...
Writer/s: Jurga Šeduikytė
