"When the leaves fall From the trees upon your wings Good angel is why it's going to rain I'm a wild bird My spirit lives in the flowers Of this garden I am the bee of the fields My way is in the flowers I'm the garden butterfly I am the land that was wet by the dew The light of the clouds the stars The corners glorify nature The corners glorify our garden The sweet sunshine of the clouds mango What shines the locusts The fig trees all flowers and mushrooms wet by the frost
When the leaves fall From the trees upon your wings Good angel is why it's going to rain I'm a wild bird My spirit lives in the flowers Of this garden I am the bee of the fields My way is in the flowers I'm the garden butterfly I am the land that was wet by the dew The light of the clouds the stars The corners glorify nature The corners glorify our garden The sweet sunshine of the clouds mango What shines the locusts The fig trees all flowers and mushrooms wet by the frost"