Osovina života

I see the sky is purple blue,
the Sun is shining hot,
I see redroses in the plain,
oh yes,I see them a lot.
This way is taking me noway!
So I heard cold river voice,
and green grass lollaby in the wind,
and my mind is drifting away.
Hundreds of oak tress are grasping nearby!
I try to forget my past,oh`Lord
I try.
The shadows are shy
They wan`t come away
But I try!