I am a cactus
On an arid land
Ungrateful thorns
Pierce my little brown
I am a cactus
No one looks at me
No one lingers
No, not even the bards
But here you are
Pretty drizzle, pretty drizzle
So clear, so blue, so fine
Only you you will see, the garnet flowers
That I open under your fingers
I am a cactus
And you know the rest