Forever your light, your light,
and a thousand flowers in your hair,
forever your light, your light,
dancing at dawn
a grimace to the world from yesterday.
That book that I wrote
with words that I do not understand today,
dried flowers he gave me.
That album that I bought
ran through my feelings,
it erased my loneliness.
Making love among the flowers,
we stopped the world at our feet.
Everything has already passed and it remained,
dry flowers on the skin.
I hear an old song
that brings back a good memory
of a world that ended.
I hear children who by playing
are creating a new world,
br/>that soon they will live, alone.
You wanted to live a paradise,
you dreamed of living your poems,
Everything has already passed and remained,
dry flowers on the skin .
Dried flowers on the skin,
dried flowers on your skin.
Dried flowers on the skin,
dried flowers on your skin.