Roots grow out of my head and into the air.
Roots come from the scars I accumulated.
Roots that are cut bled out all my pains.
Roots pour my past into the earth.
Roots are the essence of the soul.
Roots grow out of my head and into the air.
Roots come from the scars I accumulated.
Roots that are cut bled out all my pains.
Roots pour my past into the earth.
Roots are the essence of the soul.