A parking lot where kids are playing
An old car coloured
A Police Officer with long hair
A dandelion on the Asphalt
Thats the Freedom that i mean
For that i give everything
Its precious like gold but for free like rocks
Hold them tight that they are still consist tomorrow!
The little room with the Orange Crate furniture
On the door are staying two names on a sign
A talk with Elder People in a bus
And a Stranger who plays Guitar at the market
Thats the Freedom that i mean
For that i give everything
Its precious like gold but for free like rocks
Hold them tight that they are still consist tomorrow!
Dust on the shoes and a far Street infront of me
A little boat that is swimming on the waves
A long time fallen apart fence that no one want
And a Fire on that you sit and sing in the eve
Thats the Freedom that i mean
For that i give everything
Its precious like gold but for free like rocks
Hold them tight that they are still consist tomorrow!
Thats the Freedom that i mean
For that i give everything
Its precious like gold but for free like rocks
Hold them tight that they are still consist tomorrow!