Old Shells Lyrics

A smile stolen from nature taken from the pale sun relights the colours of the hills.
Untidy hair's child under oak roof move like a branchy tree searching for an hidden treasure thru the dry leaves of the woods of pleasure, the woods of the hills... Meanwhile - Old Shells - http://motolyrics.com/meanwhile/old-shells-lyrics.html
thru the dry leaves in the woods echoes of gunshots flying birds he clentched the fist with
a few shells and started to run away from there...