Текст песни: Cyrk + перевод

Now is not a good time to leave me on my own

And neither will then be a good time

I’ve always loved the movement of the trees

Find me a place where I can watch the breeze

I’m counting the minutes, 1, 2, 3, and 4

Keeping good company so what are you crying for?

I’ve always loved the turning of the screw

Find me a place that I can mold into

People, they change and often come and go

But I’m waving flags for the long haul

I’ll always love the summer 'til I die

Find me a place where little birds fly by

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