Текст песни Flowers On Springtime

Sitting on this room I can't feel my heart beating yet. A cup of wine with her lips recorded so clearly like love. Photographs lost on a blue day, lonely as wind. Your sweet perfume still on the air as well as flowers on springtime As well as flowers on springtime One day you told me all your secrets and your fears, and how lovely was when I held your hand and I said: I will stay here I will stay here I will stay right here