Il testo della English garden

Is anybody able to start
An avalanche from sliding?
And can't you see
That i'm not made of iron.
I live in a house
Maybe with an english garden.
And white horses around
Maybe not feel home bound.

Up wake out, down with wound, hide we live.
Can you see me, as i try, as i try and fail

And i live in a house
Maybe with an english garden.
And white horses around
Maybe not feel home bound.