Goats have left the grass on her own Faithful flowers gone too On your beatiful head shining crown Everything becomes blue I don' t know how explain it Seems to be clear Please tell me bit a bit Don' t go with your dear Why do you run so fast Why I can' t see your shadow In my eye piece of the glass Hurts me insistently sorrow Sometimes I see flying stones They are proud of a life It' s my imagination it' s knowns So I playing with a knife I don' t know how explain it Seems to be clear Please tell me bit a bit Don' t go with your dear Why do you run so fast Why I can' t see your shadow In my eye piece of the glass Hurts me insistently sorrow