I'm sitting on my windowsill
There are alleged green trees
You know, white birds' symphony
I don't care care about my feelings
Messy hair
Old grey blanket
The prettiest flowers
Bloom only in destroyed gardens
I'm trying to stop my doleful tears
And move my armchair, everything fits
The world is nice, you know
It's just something with you, WRONG
Messy hair
Old grey blanket
The prettiest flowers
Bloom only in destroyed gardens
The legs are hanging
You were scared
But now you are not