作曲 : Tanja Frinta
 作词 : Tanja Frinta
Oh there is a tree, standing gorgeous in front of me
Yes, there is a tree, standing whole in front of me
Oh darling, southern softness sought your eyes
And then it vanished, in a salty Swedish night
We fell on green islands in the blue
And got so used to these wandering shoes
Oh you're such a drifter like myself
Gi-giselle, wishing well? Gi-giselle, wishing well?
Gi-giselle, where's our wishing well?

Oh darling, i can't forget this time
You remind me of how I lost my second life
The first one was easier to lose
But now I am so used to these wandering shoes
Oh you're such a drifter like myself
Gi-giselle, wishing well? Gi-giselle, wishing well?
Gi-giselle, where's our wishing well?

She once told me we are like these fabulous tides
That's the way we live, and that's the way we die
And while the water is water all the time
We fall in and out of magical lives
It brings me hopes, it swallows my dreams
Like an unlearning fool swimming up-stream
And there's my soul out in the woods, in the woods
Ba baba babababa, ba baba babababa, ba baba babababa...
Falling a dull magical lives
We fell on green islands in the blue
And got so used to these wandering shoes
Oh you're such a drifter like myself
Gi-giselle, wishing well? Gi-giselle, wishing well?
Gi-giselle who can tell...