there\'s a tree in that field
green, lush green, cattle graze
the green
grass tall
hoppers jump
from one to another
there\'s no chaos
only chaos is the river, a chaos of dreams
everyone wants that, no one cares though
they say run away, run away
why run away, don\'t know
all the bartenders and the alcoholics
sit under the tree drink their old wine
and think of their life, one tell about his life
the other and then the another, they all are chaotic
only the bartender can make them happy
they go wild in the evening, they walk and walk
for being an alcoholic
a vivid color