Green Box Songtext
von Emma Tricca

Here′s her mother, she is tall
Has a mug, and her eyes, they must be blond
Her hands, they are firm and wise
To count the float that makes life good


And me, from my small, small room
I wonder what surprise I'm gonna get
Tonight, I′ll come, step into my place
With thoughts that won't mourn me

You look into my eyes
Steady as a stone, and tall as a moon

And the rain, I can't hold my tongue
He doesn′t want a smile
And when he has his voice
To me, it′s me-