We were rooted in salty soil in the wake of the rain Baron came to the backyard of the desert
Our night was a colorful night Heaven was a stars. It was a heavy silence Now I am too old and a fucking tree My Branches Broken. Sitting in the swimming The wind claws and the storm of your branches breaking
Tomorrow when the storm ended I stayed and the desert The heat of the sun in the naked plain and the Arion Now I am too old and the branch my branch
