Grey, green and yellow trees with red apples
Growing up in a fertile ground in a old man's head,
Dreaming as a child, thinking as an angel
Grey horse as the white one with black harness
Riding fast in a rich grass with a obey mind and soul
Sometimes a feel i'm that old man!
Solo
Grey, white and thin hair with some shine
Growing up in my fertile ground a couple of grey hair
All my youth going mad
So confuse is my peace of mind! don't you quiteso?
It's breakin' down in just one's speech! don't you quiteso?
I'm a man of few words
Day by day just getting old!