Текст песни Choices - Sissel

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 lose?

Let's pretend we fly
Looking down from high
What will matter then?
What is there to lose?

What will we do?
We have to choose
Not to lose