A leaf comes flying to you
Lies down on your foot
And it brings you from above
Greetings from the Lizzards
Did you get our paper?
We sent it yesterday
Hey, yes, we thought of you
How you are trapped and see that things will be different
Roses, avocado, palm trees, violets, hyacinths
You won't be able to find the entrance to your drive-in anymore
Gray concrete becomes green forest
Lizzard gang raid, pollen everywhere
Flower Group, as well as the Blue Man Group (BMG)
How are our flowers? They flower well (of course)
Leaflets, not paper airplanes
Lizzard Gang, us again, mh, mh
And we throw these seeds off the roof
As the trees grow, leaflets fly again
Resistance in a colorless city
Nature has not lost, all is well, sister
And if they build a concrete jungle
you see us climbing onto the roofs with watering cans
No Balenciaga shirt, no Bottega Veneta shoes
Dad, I am a flower and I stand by it
My terrorist crew replaces the murder weapons with poppies
We're getting more plants into board positions
It's drive-by when we cycle through bigwig avenues
We throw nettle seeds onto your English lawn
We sneak onto the tracks in the shadow of the building
When the train crosses your path, it's covered in ivy, ah
We'll slash the tires on your lawnmower
We want growth, but we are not investors
We want to see green when you look from orbit
We're bringing back the 80s, the ones before Christ
And we throw these seeds off the roof
As the trees grow, leaflets fly again
Resistance in a colorless city
Nature has not lost, all is well, sister
And if they build a concrete jungle
you see us climbing onto the roofs with watering cans
Lizzard Gang, Alligatoah
Love is in the air, Aviator
Keep scattering flowers like a flower child
Come with me, I'll show you where the flowers are
Lizzard Gang, Alligatoah
Love is in the air, Aviator
Keep scattering flowers like a flower child
Come with me, I'll show you where the flowers are
And we throw these seeds off the roof
As the trees grow, leaflets fly again
Resistance in a colorless city
Nature has not lost, all is well, sister
And if they build a concrete jungle
you see us climbing onto the roofs with watering cans
Leaflets (Without Word), Leaflets (Without Word)

Lyric via Nacktgranate