Fismoll look at this

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