Gelatine - The Dumplings

Goats have left the grass on her own

Faithful flowers gone too

On your beatiful head shining crown

Everything becomes blue

I don' t know how explain it

Seems to be clear

Please tell me bit a bit

Don' t go with your dear

Why do you run so fast

Why I can' t see your shadow

In my eye piece of the glass

Hurts me insistently sorrow

Sometimes I see flying stones

They are proud of a life

It' s my imagination it' s knowns

So I playing with a knife

I don' t know how explain it

Seems to be clear

Please tell me bit a bit

Don' t go with your dear

Why do you run so fast

Why I can' t see your shadow

In my eye piece of the glass

Hurts me insistently sorrow