FIR GROVE
Sun glowing head pose,
The wind smells of trouble
And the way to the remote
Today, it attracts us.
Where a journey - there's a song
There, youthful smile
A group of good friends
There will be great fun for all.
Silence slumbering here fir grove
Green Lake's End
And we raised a tempting
Fine anxious heart.
Balloon, balloon,
Where do you us you marry?
Maybe you are longing for, perhaps love,
Maybe the songs are you going?
You wait
You wait, not rush
And in the distance
We left you wait.
Green, green fir grove here
And the fresh water
As if they were invited to create fire,
To rest of us.
As if our songs will be played late into the night ...
And tomorrow on a trip
They will be transferred again.
Since the dew bent swollen,
It smells of honey meadows,
Only birch something even more
Am looking away.
Where a journey - there's a song
There, youthful smile
A group of good friends
There will be great fun for all.
Silence slumbering here fir grove
Green Lake's End
And we raised a tempting
Fine anxious heart.
Balloon, balloon,
Where do you us you marry?
Maybe you are longing for, perhaps love,
Maybe the songs are you going?
You wait
You wait, not rush
And in the distance
We left you wait.
Green, green fir grove here
And the fresh water
As if they were invited to create fire,
To rest of us.
As if our songs will be played late into the night ...
And tomorrow on a trip
They will be transferred again.
And tomorrow on a trip
They will be transferred again.
Ananda(Phueng)2005
