From signs of frost towards the warm
We plod along the edge
It’s getting tougher to look above
And never fall into rage
We make our way towards the woods
Searching for snowy peaks
And we don’t need your city songs
We leave them for urban geeks

Into the woods
Into the skies
Into the fields so wide we joyfully ride
Into the dream where a human could fly

You believe in smell of herbs
I’m the one who knocks
And does it matter who we were
And who smashed the locks
You would say you never choose
Never choose the trump
I always feel the urge to rise
Even if I stumble

Into the woods
Into the skies
Into the fields so wide we joyfully ride
Into the dream where a human could fly



You sleep in a colorful hammock
I used to prefer the floor
I’m indifferent who settles for less
And who aspires for more
Your sign is a flower of the winds
Mine is a rusted nail
I know we will never ever discuss
Who’s the guest in our cozy vale