Paroles de Woman and colors

In this infinite garden There are infinite flowers Each one more beautiful, more lovely than the other They all have a sixth sense Each one a name And their perfume so unique, so particular In this infinite garden There are infinite flowers Each one more beautiful, more lovely than the other They all have a sixth sense Each one a name And their perfume so unique, so particular Each with its own color, simple or splendid Special, seductive, shining in the clog, anywhere it doesn't matter, it's all the same From sky blue to sea blue, golden yellow, green hope Secrets of a gesture, expression of a look They are desires of my lips, my addiction without remorse And the the taste of hazelnut is the evil that feels so good, the good that feels so bad Shimmering lights Stunning poison Fuel for love Shimmering lights Stunning poison Fuel for love Each with its own color, simple or splendid Special, seductive, brilliant in size, in any corner it doesn't hurt, it's all the same From sky blue to sea blue, golden yellow, green hope Secrets of a gesture, expression of a look They are desires of my lips, my vice without remorse And the taste of hazelnut is the evil that feels so good, the good that feels so bad Shimmering lights Stunning poison Fuel for love Shimmering lights Poison stunning Fuel for love