You said from the tulip of that distant floor Tell the story of the flower You said the lover of the chalcs said from the cheeks and I know the Spring with you I know the flower in the spring of God I know the spring I know But with all the heart that I have broken my heart with a dust that regrets the skin of tired I cant be spring again I cant be able to help anyone
You said from the tulip of that distant plain You told the story
I know Spring with you I know the flower in the spring God knows the spring I know the day In the alley behind the lover I know the moments of waiting and I know but I will not see the Plain and the desert Cant be a helper for anyone I cant be spring again Couldnt I be a helper I cant be spring again Couldnt you be a helper for none I cant be a spring.
