[Туа Эхтер]

When I walk I walk to somewhere else,
When I run I run to somewhere new,
When I talk I talk about anything but myself,
As the seasons turn I am yearning for a new beginning

Yesterday was the city and tomorrow will be brown,
The colour of the leaves in this place that I have found,
Today they’re turning green,
And tomorrow there’ll be gone,
The dust has come the sun have shown,
And now there is one on the ground

Inside my city window,
There was a bag in a tree,
A plastic bag blown by the wind,
I wish that it was me,
One year later is it colour still hanging on,
I know that things they time and time,
Lies didn’t change things

When I wash, I wash away everything but myself,
When I slip my eyes are somewhere new,
When I hide I can never loose myself,
I thought I’d find a place that no one seen,
A place with tiny stones