Stuffy spring

In whichy skin where laugh is bold
and smiles have lost the romance
lies someone stupid who was called
to burn the snow and show them

a sleepy seed in spicy ground
which rises just for moment
'cause many people were not bound
to paint the woods
i know it.

Now branches sings without a colour
beneath the waves of leaves
and sandy words will get together
if stuffy ground not loudly breathes.