(Alexia Jain) If the strong were trunks And the weak were leaves Who would I be? If the strong were strong
And the weak were weak What would that mean?
(Alexia Jain) Tears shed on a pillow Silk hands around my neck I feel I can´t advance Days to nights are roulettes I feel I can´t invest My mind into my chest My heart remixed my steps Go ‘round repeat mistakes
(Olga Kiav) Fell down to my last breath I´d like to be different Some days feel at my best When I was young, I was a princess
(Olga Kiav) Fell down to my last breath I´d like to be different Some days feel at my best When I was young, I was a princess
(Alexia Jain & Olga Kiav) If the months were months And the weeks were weeks Where would I be? If the strong were strong And the weak were weak What would that mean?
My legs root into the ground My friends root, for gowns Powerfully, powerless Help me please, need a treat, need a branch Winters go, the leaves go The trunk´s lone, where can it go?