for my insincere friend
Even though you throw the stoneAt me and at my friends,Listen and don’t be surprisedI tell you, you tire yourself in vain...
I know it eats away at youWhy I love the beautiful,You fret, but to no avail,I don’t know what your feelings say!
I love the rose,And the feminine violet...For they seem like lanterns to meThey give light and awaken dreams.
They release beauty and scent,Through the feelings of all time,They scatter life into the etherLove into the soul of the world.
That is why I cannot stay silentWhen a flower comes and speaks to me...And I do not stop my song,I am no bird that is easily killed.
I like the violetsThe dreams that women awaken,They make the parks bloomAs they bring joy to our hearts...
You like them tooYou who throw stones from behind a bush...Please come out into natureDo not stay hidden behind a door!
All the flowers the world holdsAre not mine, are not yours...But feelings are strongWe cannot keep our hands tied...
But we speak and we singOf the beauty they possess...This we must accept,For they are not all ours!
Everyone has a flower,That they kiss and smell,But they rejoice in everythingThey weave songs, and drink wine...
We sing to the beautyThat flowers have, the scent, the colors,We sing to goodness,We never hide our faces...
If your heart beats fastFor something you love so much,I will tell you and not hide it:- You must make your soul a river!
A river of joy, of kindnessSo that others do not take it,Give more caressesTurn yourself into spring...
Turn yourself into springAnd the butterfly you adore,Will become joy, will become wind,Will come to rest upon your shoulder...
It rests deep in your heart,It comes to take its place forever,Unshaken by the others, the songs...It does not leave your pollen...
Please keep this in mind
