Low

All the birds and the bees fly high, airplanes also
And the hopes and dreams of mine (are) existing so low
How high the pine trees are, deep their roots go
They'll reach the highest skies, starting solo

Low...

All the birds and the bees so high, where do they go
Wherever it may be, they keep it down low
How high the mountains are, but the gravity's call
Drags you down to the ground, (to) the valley below

Believe me now that the Earth is round
When the winter comes all the leaves get brown
Low gets high and the 'up' comes down
It's time for you to believe me now

Look down on the ground it's a tree on a hill

Look down on the ground it's a tree on a hill
Roots go down to the soil, but its crown's up still
Look down on the ground it's a tree on a hill
Roots go down...



Credits
Writer(s): Magyar Zenemukiado Kft, Adrian Mehes, Bence Jobbagy, Balint Artur Szeifert, Aron Talas
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