Azotus
Neglected country roads
I have always imagined the roads.
Traveling them and million miles!
Maybe two or three or four or five
And the astonishing old willow tress
keep generating these amazing vibes.
Trees of all kind,
Pine and many,
Nestling on snow peeked
fascinating mountains of Austria.
I drove thousands of many roads:
Singing:
Country roads,
Take me home,
To the place, I belong.
The truth is
I don't belong.
Traveling them and million miles!
Maybe two or three or four or five
And the astonishing old willow tress
keep generating these amazing vibes.
Trees of all kind,
Pine and many,
Nestling on snow peeked
fascinating mountains of Austria.
I drove thousands of many roads:
Singing:
Country roads,
Take me home,
To the place, I belong.
The truth is
I don't belong.
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Neglected country roads
Neglected country roads
