These rivers don't flow anywhere to,
They forgot about the sea.
The grass is not curling in them,
Paddles never disturb them.
Their waters had became solid
Alike the glass.
I'm very sorry, Mom,
But these rivers don't flow anywhere to.
These birds don't fly anywhere to,
They forgot about the sky.
If you live on the calculation
And live for sure,
Then the wings dry out
And grow towards your sides.
I'm very sorry, Mom,
But these birds don't fly anywhere to.
These people don't hurry anywhere,
They forgot about the time.
When the final bell rings,
It's too late to count -
What you could do and what could not.
I'm very sorry, Mom,
But these people don't hurry anywhere.
These rivers don't flow anywhere to,
They forgot about the sea.
These birds don't fly anywhere to,
They forgot about the sky.
These people don't hurry anywhere,
They forgot about the time.
I'm very sorry, Mom,
But these rivers don't flow anywhere to.