2021.10.28.
What the old garden whispered to me
The garden is whispering something to me,Dropping it's dress.
And all stars
Tell me about something,
I'll touch the branches with my shoulder,
They're sighing,
But who can tell me,
What about, what about?
The garden is whispering something to me,
As if it's happy to see me,
The benches stand in a line
They're talking too,
The wind has sung me something
Over the stream,
But who can answer,
What about, what about?
The flowers must be waiting,
When you come to them,
And the leaves are rustling
Just about you everywhere,
I can hear the sounds of your footsteps,
Now I know,
What our old garden
Whispered to me.
Instrumental
I can hear the sounds of your footsteps,
Now I know,
What our old garden
Whispered to me.