Walk through the forest
See people smiling
Hear mute swans from above
One hour passes
Trees starting to shake
Feels like I'm going in
Going in to a dream
With my thoughts
That Mr. Sven wouldn't think
For himself
Even once
But his worries are non to be
Deep in the jungle
An elder man shows
With power to foresee
He stops and greets me
Asks where I'm heading
I said I'm going in
Going in to a dream
With my thoughts
That Mr. Sven wouldn't think
For himself
Even once
But his worries are non to be
Going in to a dream
With my thoughts
That Mr. Sven wouldn't think
For himself
Even once
But his worries are non to be