The branches of the flower in my hand The branches of the flower in my hand waiting for God to sit down to God to kiss your hand Before it is too late and Before it is too late and Branches of flowers Flower branches in my hand waiting for you God bless you. To be too late and My heart dies
My eyes are waiting for you I want my house to be full of your fragrance Your voice your voice is your laughter Forcing me to sacrifice you O Your word is my last sadness Whatever I cant stay. Your words are my words and my lasting word Whatever I dont go for.
