Look at this tree, it's sad without leaves
Look at this girl, her curly beautiful hair
Look at this man, he loves her only with hands
Look at this tree again, it's crying over him
There are thousands of us
We are feeble like glass
Still lost in rhymes
She's a milion of butterflies
She's the light to my eyes, my blind eyes
There are thousands of us
We are feeble like glass
Still lost in rhymes
She's a milion of butterflies
She's the light to my eyes, my blind eyes
Look at this tree, it's crying with him
Look at this girl, and her [?]
Look at this man, he loves her, only in her head
And look at me, I'm like this tree
There are thousands of us
We are feeble like glass
Still lost in rhymes
She's a milion of butterflies
She's the light to my eyes, my blind eyes
There are thousands of us
We are feeble like glass
Still lost in rhymes
She's a milion of butterflies
She's the light to my eyes, my blind eyes
