The winter hides, all the beauty
The summer likes, to show off
The sun goes always, and the flowers desobey
All the orders of God.
Tell us how to paint,
A picture with no name.
Where the man sees the sun
And maybe, it will rise again!
The winter hides, all the beauty
The summer likes, to show off
The sun goes always, and the flowers desobey
All the orders of God.
Tell us how to paint,
A picture with no name.
Where the man sees the sun
And maybe, it will rise again!