I remember The first cigarettes on the staircase With you How smoke Looked so fine in the rays of the Sun You were telling Fairy tales on the steps Of love, God, sacrifise And grandma's pearls All your moments and your sights Your emotions in that tower block Every getaways and comebacks In this concrete expanse Oh, my old grand oak With the stories in the tree rings Please whisper them to me with hiss of your leaves Oh, grandpa Where did you bury your past Under the stone or maybe in the dust There's one more thing I want to ask But I have to wait Today Smoking on the stairs is not the same Buildings Block out the rays of Sun from there Hidden in the walls Are stories yet untold One day You'll finally tell me The one about you All your moments and your sights Your emotions in that tower block Every getaways and comebacks In this concrete expanse Oh, my old grand oak With the stories in the tree rings Please whisper them to me with hiss of your leaves Oh, grandpa Where did you bury your past Under the stone or maybe in the dust There's one more thing I want to ask But I have to wait