Timber Testo

TimberAs I walked through the forest
The forest made of people.
Someone was chopping it down
And the trees fell without a cry
His axe broke the silence
And the birds left their nests
And somewhere I heard a bell
The time had come to confess
The leaves covered the earth
The forest was desolated
As they walked through the forest
That had nothing more to say
Timber
Here we go again
Timber
It's a very cruel game