Trouble by Jurga Lyrics

When I was a child
I was singing with a bird
I was flying with a bee
Round' n' round – yellow and brown

I had many questions
Like "Why"? "When"? and "How"?
There were some answers surprising me till now

"One" is a trouble
"Two" is a couple
Which often make troubles out of nothing

People are creative –
That's our native:
Everybody knows rules but they foul up the game

Two days ago
I was ready to flow
Down the river with a blue and white freedom
But then I saw
The red skies in Your sad eyes
Reflecting dying flowers and borning stars – I stopped

You're asking me things –
I answer You by songs
Sometimes it makes You mad but sometimes You smile

I like when You're smiling
So one time a week
I do something stupid like giving names to each one of Your shoes

The red skies in Your sad eyes…