Daisy Chain
Weaving our fingers, we sit on the slope.
White little petals, yellow in the center,
Simple wildflowers giving us hope.
And time has frozen, forgetting its pace,
Amidst the endless, quiet fields of grace.
Припев
A wreath of daisies sitting in your hair,
Laughter flies high to the fluffy white clouds.
Let this bright day linger in our stare,
I'll give you this spring world, far from the crowds.
Throw our jackets down on the green floor,
The wind is playing with my shirt collar.
No complicated words, an open door,
Just these tiny flowers, sweet and proper.
And time has frozen, forgetting its pace,
Amidst the endless, quiet fields of grace.
Припев
A wreath of daisies sitting in your hair,
Laughter flies high to the fluffy white clouds.
Let this bright day linger in our stare,
I'll give you this spring world, far from the crowds.
Secrets are hidden in the greenest stem,
Warmth is comforting our open palms.
We found our peace, a quiet little gem,
Far away from all the false alarms.
A wreath of daisies sitting in your hair,
Laughter flies high to the fluffy white clouds.
Let this bright day linger in our stare,
I'll give you this spring world, far from the crowds.
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