A grassland as wide as the sky clouds In the white order sheep are grazing
A faithful dog runs, watches over the flock A black one turned up, quite a maverick
She wants to measure the world by herself Disobey precepts Not to mindlessly believe in what wise men say She wants to lie in the sun and look ahead
She wants to run in the grasslands, not get up in the morning Open the gate I'll go alone
Others explain to her that it can't be that way The Lord of truth says, without him she will be lost That she's probably sick today That she doesn't understand anything That she feels bad, that this is not the way to do things
A grassland as wide as the sky clouds In the white order sheep are grazing The stench is rising, something is drying in the sun So that everyone feels the simple order If you don't listen you'll end up on the fenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
