Lyrics Trouble - 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…