The flowers of my garden are happy and free,


The silence of the night is in flame...

Be good, be humble don't complain,

The universe is generous for you and me...


The flame is the flame that you love to see.

The flower is a flower in the vase in a distant sea,

The boats come to the same port...

The flame is up the north.


In the golden stars of the flame of the night,

It is the same flame for the poor and the bright,

The lights that you and the mirror can love and see,

Are the flame of you and me...



Kindest regards from the best region for Port
Victor