Trouble Lyrics

When I was a child,
I was singing with a bird,
I was flying with a bee,
Round' n' round – yellow and brown.

I had many questions
Like “Why”? “When”? and “How”?
There were some answers surprising me till now.

“One” is a trouble,
“Two” is a couple
Which often make troubles out of nothing.

People are creative –
That's our native:
Everybody knows rules but they foul up the game.

Two days ago
I was ready to flow
Down the river with a blue and white freedom.

But then I saw
The red skies in Your sad eyes
Reflecting dying flowers and borning stars – I stopped.

You're asking me things –
I answer You by songs,
Sometimes it makes You mad but sometimes You smile.

I like when You're smiling,
So one time a week
I do something stupid like giving names to each one of Your shoes.

The red skies in Your sad eyes…