Trees, trees, where are your leafs?
In my soul or in the statues' eyes?

Blue obsessions born shadows on the trees,
your reality becomes a dream for my mind...

Trees, trees, where are the burning desires?
Why you don't think about the fire?

I try to dig secrets from the bread's root
give me the flour of the flowers
and the enigma of my heart!

Trees, trees, where are your deep sleep
on the hard winter created by a kiss?