Текст песни Эвита Гайнет - Древо

The world is a tree, and people in it like leaves
And I like a broken piece
From mother, from homeland, heart
My wind breeze carries me.

Where do you carry me like a bird
For the mountains? For rivers? For sand?
I learned in life only praying
While in the chest is my children's voice.

While I hear how the bumps are noisy
While tearing apples in the garden
I only in this life is your guest
And in this life I will no longer come.

Sometimes the crane I, sometimes - the tit
In the bottomless sea fish - in reality.
Or maybe all I only dream
Or maybe I do not live at all.

April, 2017.