·····The Top····· Golden yellow freshness, flowers and spikes rocking A large reservoir of water in the distance (Imaginations of us in my head among sweet clear wheat) I'm sitting on top of a hill Every day waiting for you and you don't arrive .... I don't understand the reasons Storm sounds far away Sad lyrics with violins start in my mind
I wait for you every day
Do not you remember the good times? When we spoke in writing, as little notes Because you don't tell me that you don't like the letters Do not like the slow romantic songs?
I am still the classic romantic girl in a slightly sloppy dress What awaits you with illusions near the atmosphere
I hope you aren't lost in another galaxy trying to be another
Clouds formed by warm air You never arrive I wait for you
Wishing you two legends together at the top of the hill.
Clouds are the mountains of the prairies Towering cumulonimbus masses Incredible backdrops across an otherwise plain blue sky Warning call that rainstorms may approach Vertical reminders of atmospheric instability Jetted upwards into vast formations stretching miles and miles Promises of unrelenting lighting and thunder Cinematic sequences is country folk are lucky to view Humidity in the summer, ah What would we do without you? Rolling clouds are a fair trade for the lack of rolling hills Clouds are the mountains of the prairies.