Текст песни Sub-urban Tribe - Ill Trees, слова песни Sub-urban Tribe

Текст песни Sub-urban Tribe - Ill Trees

Sub-urban Tribe - Ill Trees слова песни

Trees, trees humand birds singscreaming the moon to comeMoon, smiling wideit colours the sceneblue, red and deep greenGreen, green treesthey scrape the cloudsnothing can bring them downDown and up againwhite seagulls floatbetween zeppelinsFight the wars but never on my sidepaint the face of every unborn childI feel, fullmoon shines on meand on treesIll TreesDirt, a bucket of dirta barrel of airantennas have no rootsRoots, root are deepthey spread arounddig deeper in the groundGround, hollow groundmade out of bonesbut still it feels like homeHome, home is greengreen is mudand mud is paradise

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Sub-urban Tribe

Ill Trees

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