Jurga - Trouble lyrics

When I was a child, I was singing with a bird, I was flying with a bee, Round' n' round – yellow and brown. I had many questions Like "Why"? "When"? and "How"? There were some answers surprising me till now. "One" is a trouble, "Two" is a couple Which often make troubles out of nothing. People are creative – That's our native: Everybody knows rules but they foul up the game. Two days ago I was ready to flow Down the river with a blue and white freedom. But then I saw The red skies in Your sad eyes Reflecting dying flowers and borning stars – I stopped. You're asking me things – I answer You by songs, Sometimes it makes You mad but sometimes You smile. I like when You're smiling, So one time a week I do something stupid like giving names to each one of Your shoes. The red skies in Your sad eyes…