A run in the bush
A run in the bush
After seven summers
With that wind beating
My feet live in green
We're not kids anymore
I bring you the news of the city.
You've been talking like everyone's gone.
Everybody is gone
In my eyes I see
Those jumping legs
On branches and stones
Look below and I already collect
Scratches
The old lake awaits us.
It's good to live
Watching you take off your shirt
You hold my hand
We jumped and in.
Of those minutes in the air
Around those cows
We missed the year for years.
In our run in the bush
You are so free
So alive
No clothes
No paper
No color
Certify your identity