Текст песни The Sad Saga of the Boy and the Bee - Gun

Flower, flower...
There was a little bee, who wanted to be free,
But he was very sad, because he had to die.
The story goes as said, once a bee has stung he′s dead.
But there's one thing bees all want, was to die in a flower bed.
Flower, flower...
There was a little boy, the bee came down to sting.
He caught him in a jar, the bee known what this would mean.
The boy was going home, to put an end to him.
He wanted his revenge, for stinging him.
Flower, flower...
On his journey home, he trips upon a stone.
The jar fell to the ground, the glass laid all around.
The bee was free to fly, to the place where he would die.
But suddenly fell down dead, upon a flower bed.
Flower, flower...