Trouble - Jurga

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…