we reflect the light Shining colors of a love that's ours Has our time come too late or is it too soon? Bloom flower bloom Bloom flower bloom Bloom flower bloom Bloom flower bloom
Übersetzung: Moore, Chante. Blühende Blumen.
the beauty of you and me Our blooming flower cut before it's time Never to be free to breathe in the sun Never to be free to breathe in the sun Bloom...flower...bloom
