Labour bee (BG)
I'm – labour bee on the white snow;
Labour bee on the white snow.
I accomplish my rounds under glass;
We'll become friends; I know what will be afterwards.
I know what will be, and I can't anything.
You live here, thy foliage is in the wind;
I'm only a guest here, I'm valuable by that I will go away.
We keep trying to heat, like children in the winter woods;
Our hands in the fire, our bodies on weight;
I will tell you, "hello", having this in mind.
And in honeycombs is waiting honey, palpitating and alive.
In my honeycombs is waiting honey; you know it, it's
yours.
So open my doors with your soundless key;
Me sweetly to be a joy; but I'm scared become an executioner.
But one goes along with another, while honey waits in honeycombs.
I'm – labour bee on the white snow;
I'm – labour bee on the December white snow.
I accomplish my rounds under glass;
We'll become friends, and I know what will be afterwards.
I know what will be, and I can't anything.
I'm – labour bee on the white snow;
Labour bee on the white snow.
I accomplish my rounds under glass;
We'll become friends; I know what will be afterwards.
I know what will be, and I can't anything.
You live here, thy foliage is in the wind;
I'm only a guest here, I'm valuable by that I will go away.
We keep trying to heat, like children in the winter woods;
I will tell you, "hello", having this in mind.
And in honeycombs is waiting honey, palpitating and alive.
So open my doors with your soundless key;
Me sweetly to be a joy; but I'm scared become an executioner.
But one goes along with another, while honey waits in honeycombs.
I'm – labour bee on the white snow;
I'm – labour bee on the December white snow.
I accomplish my rounds under glass;
We'll become friends, and I know what will be afterwards.
I know what will be, and I can't anything.