She looking at him like a green dew day
He looking at her like a sunny yellow day
The flowers the music of the birds
Wild bees flying
Wild butterflies flying
The angels are singing a love song
The music was in the tone of their voice
He was dreaming
She was dreaming
They were thinking the same thing
They were thinking the same thing
happiness is a great illusion, it is impossible for us to be happy here
But neither one nor the other dared to talk about it.
in those last times dewy
The flowers were shining like the sun
In those last dewy times
The flowers were shining like the sun
My dreams were written
In all the characteristics of the flowers
Every moment of dreams, every moment of meekness
She looking at him like a green dew day
He looking at her like a sunny yellow day
The flowers the music of the birds
Wild bees flying
Wild butterflies flying
The angels are singing a love song
The music was in the tone of their voice
He was dreaming
She was dreaming
They were thinking the same thing
They were thinking the same thing
happiness is a great illusion, it is impossible for us to be happy here
But neither one nor the other dared to talk about it.
in those last times dewy
The flowers were shining like the sun
In those last dewy times
The flowers were shining like the sun
My dreams were written
In all the characteristics of the flowers
Every moment of dreams, every moment of meekness
Ela olhando para ele como um dia de orvalho verde
Ele olhando para ela como um dia ensolarado e amarelo
As flores a música dos pássaros
Abelhas selvagens voando
Borboletas selvagens voando
Os anjos estão cantando uma canção de amor
A música estava no tom de sua voz
Ele estava sonhando
Ela estava sonhando
Eles estavam pensando a mesma coisa
Eles estavam pensando a mesma coisa
a felicidade é uma grande ilusão, é impossível sermos felizes aqui
Mas nem um nem outro se atreveu a falar sobre isso.
naqueles últimos tempos orvalhados
As flores brilhavam como o sol
Naqueles últimos tempos orvalhados
As flores brilhavam como o sol
Meus sonhos foram escritos
Em todas as características das flores
Cada momento de sonho, cada momento de mansidão
She looking at him like a green dew day
He looking at her like a sunny yellow day
The flowers the music of the birds
Wild bees flying
Wild butterflies flying
The angels are singing a love song
The music was in the tone of their voice
He was dreaming
She was dreaming
They were thinking the same thing
They were thinking the same thing
happiness is a great illusion, it is impossible for us to be happy here
But neither one nor the other dared to talk about it.
in those last times dewy
The flowers were shining like the sun
In those last dewy times
The flowers were shining like the sun
My dreams were written
In all the characteristics of the flowers
Every moment of dreams, every moment of meekness
She looking at him like a green dew day
He looking at her like a sunny yellow day
The flowers the music of the birds
Wild bees flying
Wild butterflies flying
The angels are singing a love song
The music was in the tone of their voice
He was dreaming
She was dreaming
They were thinking the same thing
They were thinking the same thing
happiness is a great illusion, it is impossible for us to be happy here
But neither one nor the other dared to talk about it.
in those last times dewy
The flowers were shining like the sun
In those last dewy times
The flowers were shining like the sun
My dreams were written
In all the characteristics of the flowers
Every moment of dreams, every moment of meekness
Ela olhando para ele como um dia de orvalho verde
Ele olhando para ela como um dia ensolarado e amarelo
As flores a música dos pássaros
Abelhas selvagens voando
Borboletas selvagens voando
Os anjos estão cantando uma canção de amor
A música estava no tom de sua voz
Ele estava sonhando
Ela estava sonhando
Eles estavam pensando a mesma coisa
Eles estavam pensando a mesma coisa
a felicidade é uma grande ilusão, é impossível sermos felizes aqui
Mas nem um nem outro se atreveu a falar sobre isso.
naqueles últimos tempos orvalhados
As flores brilhavam como o sol
Naqueles últimos tempos orvalhados
As flores brilhavam como o sol
Meus sonhos foram escritos
Em todas as características das flores
Cada momento de sonho, cada momento de mansidão
She looking at him like a green dew day
He looking at her like a sunny yellow day
The flowers the music of the birds
Wild bees flying
Wild butterflies flying
The angels are singing a love song
The music was in the tone of their voice
He was dreaming
She was dreaming
They were thinking the same thing
They were thinking the same thing
happiness is a great illusion, it is impossible for us to be happy here
But neither one nor the other dared to talk about it.
in those last times dewy
The flowers were shining like the sun
In those last dewy times
The flowers were shining like the sun
My dreams were written
In all the characteristics of the flowers
Every moment of dreams, every moment of meekness
She looking at him like a green dew day
He looking at her like a sunny yellow day
The flowers the music of the birds
Wild bees flying
Wild butterflies flying
The angels are singing a love song
The music was in the tone of their voice
He was dreaming
She was dreaming
They were thinking the same thing
They were thinking the same thing
happiness is a great illusion, it is impossible for us to be happy here
But neither one nor the other dared to talk about it.
in those last times dewy
The flowers were shining like the sun
In those last dewy times
The flowers were shining like the sun
My dreams were written
In all the characteristics of the flowers
Every moment of dreams, every moment of meekness
Ela olhando para ele como um dia de orvalho verde
Ele olhando para ela como um dia ensolarado e amarelo
As flores a música dos pássaros
Abelhas selvagens voando
Borboletas selvagens voando
Os anjos estão cantando uma canção de amor
A música estava no tom de sua voz
Ele estava sonhando
Ela estava sonhando
Eles estavam pensando a mesma coisa
Eles estavam pensando a mesma coisa
a felicidade é uma grande ilusão, é impossível sermos felizes aqui
Mas nem um nem outro se atreveu a falar sobre isso.
naqueles últimos tempos orvalhados
As flores brilhavam como o sol
Naqueles últimos tempos orvalhados
As flores brilhavam como o sol
Meus sonhos foram escritos
Em todas as características das flores
Cada momento de sonho, cada momento de mansidão
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