Grey, green and yellow trees with red apples Growing up in a fertile ground in a old man´s head, Dreaming as a child, thinking as an angel Grey horse as the white one with black harness Riding fast in a rich grass with a obey mind and soul Sometimes a feel i´m that old man! Solo Grey, white and thin hair with some shine Growing up in my fertile ground a couple of grey hair All my youth going mad So confuse is my peace of mind! don´t you quiteso? It´s breakin´ down in just one's speech! don´t you quiteso? I´m a man of few words Day by day just getting old!