Can't you hear my wind song?

Little birds made of glass will not sing for you.
Shoes made of gold will hurt your feet.
And yet you go to the big city. To a world of imitations you go.

Won't you play with me in the forest?
Let's play once more with the squirrels and rabbits in the forest.
And pick colourful mushrooms.
Just like you and I did when we were very young.

And yet you are going to town. Into a world of imitations you go.
And yet you are going to town. Into a world of imitations you go.

I had a white dream.
I dreamed in the blinding light.
I was at peace, I was sad and at peace.