With Trees Lyrics

Far, far away, where the birch wouldn't grow
Far, far away and where the wind freezes your face
There you won't be alone

I would rather fly with eagles, to the snow hills
I would rather run with wolves, between the trees I would rather be with trees, than in the middle of noisy
streets

So far away, My mind flies to the moon
Far, far away, I can see what happens soon
And what's most important

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