Corde Oblique, Luigi Rubino, Hexperos - Flower Bud

Текст песни

Blossom, routinely;
blossom, without habit…
So as the violin’s trill
embellishes a melody
without touching it.
He gave (a)
date to the world
and every year he respects it.
He respects it as he
blossoms
on an effort, masking it by grace.
And now your pledge
is in my
olfaction,
this is the difference:
perfume flies (away),
while the smell
endures…
(There's) no time for describing,
now it’s time to feel,
thanks
for being on time
to fill, to soak
my earth of yourself.
As families do with (their) dresses,
fill my earth of yourself!
A flower for my land