be original

there's a bird in the wind

The graffiti on the walls 

and i'm painting like she falls 

On a wet road from asphalt

my bare feet, it's so cold

the words i read they are so old

i dream i'm sitting on a swing

the breeze cuts under my skin.

i can't stop thinking about him ...

the wind brings the smell of zimt 

inside i feel so limited

like a prisoner i feel so sad

The leaves are whirled by the storm

a melodie. it's no longer calm

this place shows me where i belong.

now i'm singing loud my song.

and really nothing feels wrong

although it is like this. 

and i'm strolling the streets along.

now i feel a little bit strong.

a window is open. quiet plays a record player

i'll shine like a rising star

i will forget the things i saw