With Trees

Far, far away, where the birch wouldn't grow

Far, far away and where the wind freezes your face

There you won't be aloneI would rather fly with eagles, to the snow hills

I would rather run with wolves, between the trees

I would rather be with trees, than in the middle of noisy streetsSo far away, My mind flies to the moon

Far, far away, I can see what happens soon

And what's most important