Corde Oblique - Flower Bud lyrics

Blossom, routinely; blossom, without habit... So as the violin's trill embellishes a melody without touching it. He gave (a) date to the world and every year he respects it. He respects it as he blossoms on an effort, masking it by grace. And now your pledge is in my olfaction, this is the difference: perfume flies (away), while the smell endures... (There's) no time for describing, now it's time to feel, thanks for being on time to fill, to soak my earth of yourself. As families do with (their) dresses, fill my earth of yourself! A flower for my land