Текст песни Dioxippe - Fyrce Muons

A happiness isn't
It rolls in a garden
Of roses in common with misery
A rose is just common
But you say it isn't
It doesn't imagine of all disease
A fold in the night
Is a roll so uncommon
With sensitive holding I feel the breeze
It's said that it's coming
Let everyone stopping
In sensitive anger come to me please
A whiff of the time is
A natural occurrence
To stabilize missions of lovely days
You find that it's falling
Into simple kindness
It shows that a face is not smiling there
I find myself crawling
Along in a summer
Where roses are growing alongside the man