III

It's cold in our arms Let's try To see If light Could happen again Through the leaves that we are We may We may fall again And we may We may fly again And now we're free From that born dead tree And if I faint Like seasons Would you Come back as they always do? If I destroy What I used to be Could you believe That wasn't me? And would you Would you come back again? And now the trees Are naked again And it's cold In our arms again You're grey Like the colour of the sea And I'm a thousand colours Like the rust of the tree I'm just the rust of the tree