Between train tracks I'll bloom as a poppy.
I will dedicate songs to blind drivers.
I will sing, sing, sing, sing.
Although they will never understand.
Between train tracks I'll bloom as a poppy.
I will protect in peace downed faults.
I will sway, sway, sway, sway,
While autumns will bawl and cry to puddles...
When my death will come,
calmnesscalmnesscalm
calmnesscalmnesscalm
calmnesscalmness...
When my death will come,
calmnesscalmnesscalm
calmnesscalmnesscalm
calmnesscalmness...
When my death will come,
calmnesscalmnesscalm
calmnesscalmnesscalm
calmnesscalmness...
Oh come, my death,
calmnesscalmnesscalm
calmnesscalmnesscalm
calmnesscalmness...