The sweet air on a bright summer day,
Waving my hands over the violet fields,
The summer fragrance, enticing, sweet like honey,
Ah, what a pleasure to be alive, to be surrounded with beauty
I hear the cellos in the distance, magnificent and bold
A pleasant voice, guiding me through the flowery pathway
I see a floral, yellow, flowing, summer hat gliding in a distance
The jet black hair, flowing, majestic, a goddess in disguise
All that glitters is indeed gold; who said otherwise?
The honey is sold, the life’s story being told,
Birds chirping, the sun glancing, insects chittering, and my heart dancing
The lavender smiles at me, live my dear, live!
Hey, you in the distance! Hold my hand; we are free!
The bird sings a song of freedom, the song of summer
A warm feeling engulfs me, pleasantness at its peak
So that’s what it feels like to spend a lifetime in a garden one afternoon
Waving my hands over the violet fields,
The summer fragrance, enticing, sweet like honey,
Ah, what a pleasure to be alive, to be surrounded with beauty
I hear the cellos in the distance, magnificent and bold
A pleasant voice, guiding me through the flowery pathway
I see a floral, yellow, flowing, summer hat gliding in a distance
The jet black hair, flowing, majestic, a goddess in disguise
All that glitters is indeed gold; who said otherwise?
The honey is sold, the life’s story being told,
Birds chirping, the sun glancing, insects chittering, and my heart dancing
The lavender smiles at me, live my dear, live!
Hey, you in the distance! Hold my hand; we are free!
The bird sings a song of freedom, the song of summer
A warm feeling engulfs me, pleasantness at its peak
So that’s what it feels like to spend a lifetime in a garden one afternoon
