We slide on a thin scaffold, And as if we fly. We silently sit on a roof. Anything here we do not want. Anything here we do not want. Anything, aha.
Refrain:
And we will forget names. There will be a voice and silence. On meadows under heavens We will turn to pure flowers. We will turn to pure flowers. We will turn to pure flowers. We will turn to pure flowers. We will turn, aha.
Also the wonderful flute sounds, And as if on the Sun Petals fall From the broken window. From the broken window. From broken, aha.
Refrain:
We will forget names. There will be a voice and silence. On meadows under heavens We will turn to pure flowers. We will turn to pure flowers. We will turn to pure flowers. We will turn to pure flowers. We will turn, aha.