A run in the bush

A run in the bush

After seven summers

With that wind beating

My feet live in green

We're not kids anymore

I bring you the news of the city.

You've been talking like everyone's gone.

Everybody is gone

In my eyes I see

Those jumping legs

On branches and stones

Look below and I already collect

Scratches

The old lake awaits us.

It's good to live

Watching you take off your shirt

You hold my hand

We jumped and in.

Of those minutes in the air

Around those cows

We missed the year for years.

In our run in the bush

You are so free

So alive

No clothes

No paper

No color

Certify your identity