Текст песни Ill Trees (Sub-Urban Tribe) с переводом

Trees, trees hum

And birds sing

Screaming the moon to come

Moon, smiling wide

It colours the scene

Blue, red and deep green

Green, green trees

They scrape the clouds

Nothing can bring them down

Down and up again

White seagulls float

Between zeppelins

Fight the wars but never on my side

Paint the face of every unborn child

I feel, fullmoon shines on me

And on trees

Ill Trees

Dirt, a bucket of dirt

A barrel of air

Antennas have no roots

Roots, root are deep

They spread around

Dig deeper in the ground

Ground, hollow ground

Made out of bones

But still it feels like home

Home, home is green

Green is mud

And mud is paradise