Bubbles popping in my mind
I wander to far off lands where poppies grow wild
And sleep in the fields i find
But some times the fields are gone
Fallow they lie above, though beneath they coltivate deep roots
That will in spring blossom

Falling, falling, falling,

I let myself fall again, fall in love, stumble and fall in the fall
And then I get to my feet and repeat myself
But still nobody hears me
So I am silent in the city where there is no silence
For noise knows no borders.