Those

What's try impresses you sweet child

An old man asked the little boy

A rase to hundred miles with a wheel style

Or something that is making you a joy

 

Or maybe it would be a secret

And you prefer to run away alone

To forest and there have a regret

Of what a person suffers in the end

 

No-I'm not interested in that

I want to bild the biggest castle

So everyone wold be happy in it at

And never ask where true lies in the stole of lost paradise