Fields | Singer, composer

Fields

Finally I get out of here I run
I’m so stuck
And so many doubts

About the future and

Finally I disappear
I feel
The freedom
Of so many fields
And the firmament above

And the birds sing: ”Oooo...”

Driving without thinking

When I was sailing
I was almost sinking
The time is moving too fast,

Always too fast,

And we’re waisting so much life

I want to keep
Running and running and running

Away from all the money
Away from the responsibilities
I wanna get back into the nest
Let me get back into the nest

And the birds sing: ”Oooo...”

Maybe you will
Take advantage of me
After I’ve given myself to you

Driven myself to you
Given myself to you
Driven myself to you

The hunter looks deep into the wood

For his prey
Maybe you’ll take advantage of me

After I’ve given myself to you

Driven myself to you

Given myself to you

”Oooo...”

Given myself to you

Driven myself to you

Given myself to you

Driven myself to you