In the garden of echoes, whispers swim
Little stars rattle in cardboard shells
Giggling moons bounce off the quilt of night
What does the silence think about?
Beads of laughter twist like shoelaces
Wobbling goals, crumpled dreams
Tickle the shadows with dandelion feathers
Unravel the stories hidden in laughs
Instead of loud, we ride on soft shades
Painted with colors of forgotten tunes...