When I was little, knee-high
Boys on the yard played cowboys
I got to be the chief of the indians
And I was named as the slowest of east
Name is omen, it's said
At least in my case it is so
I never hurry anywhere
I take care of things slowly
Slowest of east - doesn't have time to pull her gun
Slowest of east - I freeze and stay still
Slowest of east - sounds click and click
The play continues, I barely live
Slow is not a fool, the fast ones just think that
Having speed is probably believed as smart
Slow one thinks for a day, two, when
Others act right away
Run, whoever runs
Now I anyway
Will probably just sit down for a moment
The clouds are beautiful and birches high
They like to rest too