With Trees

Far, far away, where the birch wouldn't grow (where the birch wouldn't grow)
Far, far away and where the wind freezes your face (far away, wind freezes your face)
There you won't be alone

So far away, my mind flies to the moon
Far, far away, I can see what happens soon
And what's most important

I would rather fly with eagles, to the snow hills (go with eagles)
I would rather run with wolves, between the trees (trees)
I would rather be with trees than in the middle of noisy streets

I would rather fly with eagles, to the snow hills (go with eagles)
I would rather run with wolves, between the trees (trees)
I would rather be with trees than in the middle of noisy streets