Yes, I let the stone fall from the tree
Frozen eyes of winter to maturity
Yet I stroke the fragile walls of glass in my head
How I want to take a hammer and say

Don't you see the crystal clear
With all its deformations
Excuse me if I wait too long
I just say that I don't go on

No, I don't eat apples from the tree
Broken eyes of winter to maturity
Yet I stroke the fragile shards of glass in my hand
How I want to put them down and say

Don't you see the crystal clear
With all its deformations
Excuse me if I wait too long
I just say that I don't go on

How long must we talk about the same?
When all I want is stay and break into this ice