| The flower seller asked me: Does he still love you? What should I say? I answered to the flower seller: My heart is still on its promise And that it's busy |
He said goodbye and went on a trip
No he didn't go on a trip...
He promised me and went on a trip
No he didn't go on a trip...
And tomorrow he's coming back
Presenting me with more flowers all the time
He called me in the dead of night
I beg you, tell me, oh night, how can I sleep?
He whispered to me that he's inclined to come back again
He sang for me, oh night
And thus my days are worrisome
He said goodbye and went on a trip
No he didn't go on a trip...
He promised me and went on a trip
No he didn't go on a trip...
And tomorrow he's coming back
Presenting me with more flowers all the time
If it's detiny to be he'll be back
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life as many ways to give us the good senses of flowers
nicely put :-)
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