Anda Jaleo

I climbed a green pine tree
To see if
I could spot her,
To see if I could spot her.

I only spotted the dust
From the car
That took her away from the car
That took her away.

Come on, stir, stir;
The commotion is over
And the shooting begins
And the shooting begins.

Under a very sad green pine tree
One day I cried very sadly
One day I cried

And since the pine tree was green
Seeing it
I was already crying seeing it
I was already crying

Come on, stir, stir;
The commotion is over
And the shooting begins
And the shooting begins.