Magical flower

(Перевод стихов "Волшебный Цветок"
авторства © Михаи;л Спарта;кович Пляцковский 1977)

[Verse 1]
There is a flower, scarlet and bright, |
It burns like embers of dawn's first light. |
The most radiant sight, both rare and unique, |
It's called a "dream" – and not by a freak. |

[Chorus 1]
Maybe there, past the seventh hill's rise, |
A newfound hope will awake in the skies, |
As fresh and as clear as a breath of the wind, |
The most magical flower to be found. |
The most fabulous, rare to be found, |
The greatest flower this earth has found. |

[Verse 2]
Remembering stories of joy and of grace, |
We walk through the meadows with dew on our face. |
So many have searched, so many have tried, |
But only a few have found where you hide. |

[Chorus 2]
Maybe there, past the seventh hill's rise, |
A newfound hope will awake in the skies, |
As fresh and as clear as a breath of the wind, |
The most magical flower to be found. |
The most fabulous, rare to be found, |
The greatest flower this earth has found. |


[Final Chorus]
The most fabulous, rare to be found, |
The greatest flower this earth has found. |
The most fabulous, rare to be found, |
The greatest flower this earth has found. | [(repeated with conviction)]