Paroles de With Trees

Far, far away, where the birch wouldn't grow Far, far away and where the wind freezes your face There you won't be alone I would rather fly with eagles, to the snow hills I would rather run with wolves, between the trees I would rather be with trees, than in the middle of noisy streets So far away, My mind flies to the moon Far, far away, I can see what happens soon And what's most important