A keresés eredménye

With eyes sensitive to green

And imagine in the park
In the spring
With eyes sensitive to green
And chestnut leaves as umbrellas
And our hands sensitive to everything that is nice
We folded a dove of paper
In the wind it sailed far
And it landed on a statue that
Had to change all the words in its song
It was raining but the pictures turned out good
There was a peculiar light that day
We filled our eyes
With the light and the thoughts of everything new
And imagine in the park
In the spring
With eyes sensitive to green
And chestnut leaves as umbrellas
I loved you then, I do now
It was raining but the pictures turned out good
There was a peculiar light that day
We filled our eyes
With the light and the thoughts of everything new
And imagine in the park
In the spring
With eyes sensitive to green
And chestnut leaves as umbrellas
I loved you then, I do now