Choices
Ernst Ravnaas, Sissel Kyrkjebø
Life goes on and on
In a pace so high
We walk and run
from place to place
We seldom stop
to get some space
Walking over fields
Smell the scent so sweet
From flowers white
and trees around
I love the calm
soft nature sound
I pretend I fly
Looking down from high
What will matter then
what is there to loose
Let´s pretend we fly
Looking down from high
What will matter then
What is there to loose
What will we do
We have to choose
Not to loose