Look at this tree it's sad without leaves
Look at this girl, her curly beautiful hair
Look at this man, he loves her only by hands
Look at this tree again, it's crying over him

There are thousands of us
We are feeble like glass
Still lost in rhymes
She's a milion of butterflies
She's the light to my eyes, my blind eyes

Look at this tree it's crying with him
Look at this girl, 'cause she had a dream
Look at this man, he loves her, only in her head
And Look at me I'm like this tree

There are thousands of us
We are feeble like glass
Still lost in rhymes
She's a milion of butterflies
She's the light to my eyes, my blind eyes