A bug walks on his way,
Gleeming in the morning sun.
Walks, walks, crawls, crawls,
Trying to walk through these walls,
...
"No," you say to me,
"Never it will be."
But I say to you
Love me unconditionally. The love I see - it sway
...
The Bug
A bug walks on his way,
Gleeming in the morning sun.
Walks, walks, crawls, crawls,
Trying to walk through these walls,
A bug walks and-so-and-so
But will he walk tomorrow.