Hanging Tree

I’m hanged by a tree
With a flower in my hand
Thinking about you, and the nights we spend

I’m dressed with the tears you offered me
And the birds…when they fly over here
They whisper in my ears: you are dead

I’m certain, you wouldn’t believe
Me neither, they are jealous of the flower
And the power, that it gives indeed

So I'm telling you this
And hoping one day, when you come around
Be careful and don’t drown
(there’s a huge red lake above this tree)