The steam that washes over the passions, a misty bed of foam flowers… Everyone has a heart song, everyone has it in their own way. Ref. :,: Laa-laa-la-la-la-laa, Laa-laa-la-la-la-laa. :,: I'm going to the pasture with a bear watch in my hand, I invite late songs to my home and they come from the pine hill, the very last fog is still floating. Ref. Laa-laa-la-la-la-laa... I guess everyone here knows my songs, bell jars hanging in the mist, because they all ate from this pasture, only one mischievous person has made a mistake. Ref. Laa-laa-la-la-la-laa... The steam that washes over the passions, I have a withered bear watch in my lap. Everyone has their own song here and I can't find mine. Ref. Laa-laa-la-la-la-laa... Hope it helps even after 5 years
