Текст песни White Flowers - Gessamí Boada

On a sunday mornin', as the hours go by,
The white sheet will protect me while I review what I've lived.
I feel the weight on my shoulders. I cannot take a deep breath.
A train that never stops,
A bird with a broken wing, a heart about to collapse.

White flowers for the ones in need of a gentle hand.
And like a rock I'll build my strength. I'll get through the waves.

I'ts a cloudy morning, tell me what should I do.
The floor is cold under my feet, lazy eyes, just need some sleep.
My head lying on the pillow, my soul is weary of sorrow.
An empty pocket,
A kid with no dreams at all, a heart about to move on.

And the tears won't fall
Cause my eyes forgot their taste.
And the tears may dry,
Sweet and tender was their taste.

White flowers for the ones in need of a gentle hand.
And by the sea you'll find the seed to keep growing, to keep living.
And like a rock I'll build my strength.
I'll get through the waves