My head is too small for a Stetson, Look out the door, see the flowers and fields, it´s never too much for your eyes, the blossoms grow up, stands never still, coloured in spring more than twice. Sometimes it´s easy the sense to explain, like water from heaven, it´s rain.
My head is too small for a Stetson,
Look out the door, see the flowers and fields,
it´s never too much for your eyes,
the blossoms grow up, stands never still,
coloured in spring more than twice.
Sometimes it´s easy the sense to explain,
like water from heaven, it´s rain.