The tree and the bench
She used to stop on that bench with the illusion
That behind her the sunset wasn't just a colored wall of orange-red sun
The tree next door with its autumn leaves
A magical touch of a children's book
The leaves fell silently on the bench
And on the ground creating a colorful carpet of light
There wasn't much traffic along that stretch of road
And that's exactly why he chose her
No passerby would have sat next to her,
no car would disturb his thoughts
but now she's not here and the tree and the bench wonder why
there will be no answers
there will be no other days
harmony is shaken by a shiver of wind
another trembling leaf has fallen
everything is silent now on that stretch of road...
The tree and the bench
She used to stop on that bench with the illusion
That behind her the sunset wasn't just a colored wall of orange-red sun
The tree next door with its autumn leaves
A magical touch of a children's book
The leaves fell silently on the bench
And on the ground creating a colorful carpet of light
There wasn't much traffic along that stretch of road
And that's exactly why he chose her
No passerby would have sat next to her,
no car would disturb his thoughts
but now she's not here and the tree and the bench wonder why
there will be no answers
there will be no other days
harmony is shaken by a shiver of wind
another trembling leaf has fallen
everything is silent now on that stretch of road...