Holy Trees Lyrics - Êàøèí Ïàâåë

You've got an invitation 

But you don't have the guts 

You have been so kind, so patient 

Now you're going slightly nuts 

With all your plastic desires 

With all your trivial dreams 

You want nothing but to fire 

All of them full of beans 

When the world becomes a little bit concrete 

And all those clowns displease 

You will find me out on Main-street 

Dancing with the holy trees 

Weary of not doing 

The things you want to do 

Tired of pursuing 

Things you never wanted to 

Of all your plastic desires 

Of all your trivial dreams 

You want nothing but to fire 

All of them full of beans