I'll tell you my dream that often haunts me I enter the garden full of flowers If you look at them they are common white flowers If you lie down on the ground the turn into the rainbow colours And talk to each other If you take your clothes off and quiet naked They turn into blue ones They'll stick your body spreading their smelling pellen Strocking you with it buds so delicately Until you reach the inconceivable feeling When you start to talk they turn into the red ones And whisper to your ear beautiful love stories When you leave the garden the turn into the black ones And wither instantely in front of you until the next closing up Until the next dream of the flowersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
