people around me can't be trusted but I live. Don't care of this shame.

Sometimes I sit there
In the middle of nowhere
And think. I think of me, I think of them.
But now my memories are shaken enough
And I wonder. I wonder myself, you should do it yourself.

Then I pick up a flower
And i count the number of petals
YOU love ME,
a bit
a lot
passionately
madly
not at all.

One day i'll sit under this famous tree
I've been told there was something magical about this.
And I will sing playing guitar
Then the melody will make me fly
as high as birds in the sky

But I will sure pick up a flower
I will count its petals and then..
YOU love ME,
a bit
a lot
passionately
madly
not at all.

Whatever I will sing and fly
So high somewhere in the sky
Escorted by my own melody
It is pretty.

Whatever I will live in the sky
Walking with the sun
And at night
i'll become a petal

I love YOU,
a bit
a lot
passionately
madly
not at all.