Again, a butterfly is flying in my stomach
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A small little fear has once again got its wings on its back
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But it is a good insect, life-affirming
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What I vomited tomorrow will surely eat yesterday
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I can't deal with my time on the boards
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I describe my time but in contemporary songs
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The garden lives in time, I live in it
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The timeless palace of the soul so I like
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Don't cry the baby inside me, don't cry anymore
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It's good to have a winter garden inside
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In the sun of my heart, the child good to wake up
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Don’t bury so deep in the conservatory
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How beautifully the face here is foggy
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I try to lift the Nikei but my feet on the ground take root
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I stand on my own two feet in my fields
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I try to impress my mouth and my other ways
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I hope you must not benefit
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It hits the waves and hits
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Gives up to world style if you don't care about the gland
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Go steps far but sit but shop
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I don’t confuse excitement with reason
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In this line I baptize blood on the tip of a brush
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Now I promise and swear
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I no longer look for anything perfect, I look for what is important
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And the dreams of the parents here come true
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Even if a big pile of dust accumulates on them
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Whisper your whisper fresh
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Virvon varvon again healthy and young
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Can the candles go out, is warm
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I close my eyes and sleep more deeply
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And I smile in my dreams blowing away the winter
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And when I wake up, I can't believe you're awake
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Can the candles go out is warm
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I close my eyes and sleep more deeply
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And I smile in my dreams blowing away the winter
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And when I wake up I can't believe you're awake
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I take care of myself
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I'll keep it to myself until I die
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I promise so much to the child within me: forget the worries of the sun
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Because its kids worries is half of my worries
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It’s easy to get lost here on the route of your life
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The fly received advice only from a spider web
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And the difficulty has to go
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But remember: you are not the pilot's son, you are the pilot
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Don't cry the baby inside me, don't cry anymore
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It's good to have a winter garden inside
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In the sun of my heart, the child good to wake up
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Don’t bury so deep in the conservatory
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Can the candles go out is warm
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I close my eyes and sleep more deeply
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And I smile in my dreams blowing away the winter
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And when I wake up I can't believe you're awake
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In this world
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The toilet is just a hole in the floor
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And I say this beautifying now
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But what flows from there flows onto the plate downstairs
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And if the flat Matti weighs in his pocket
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And a pair of its namesakes still live in the wallet
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The advent of winter can only make you fall
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Therefore, under the bridges, these loans are on loan
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No more Juice scraping the dome of his garden
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But the beauty does not disappear, again baptized
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One is a trophy, the other is shit
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Not too secret, you now see me straight into my world
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Don't cry the baby inside me, don't cry anymore
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It's good to be inside me now
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In the sun of my heart, a small child wakes up
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Don’t be buried so deep in the secret world |