What beautiful, splendid flowers—
Innocent, clean, pure, the flowers’ colour
I’ve never felt such wonderful peace
Who is the keeper of this paradise?
This flower’s red is true red
An effulgent flower’s sweet scent
Anger, hate and sorrow—
I don’t feel them
Time, noise and air
Fade away
The flowers of a bloody, unknown legend bloom
The darkest children
Know nothing, think nothing, realize nothing—
Living in the darkness
Flowers redden with the blood of the children
Flowers twinkle with the eyes of the children
Flowers smell of the souls of the children
Flowers paradise the bed of the children
Children’s voices from limbo
Riding on the breeze
Will tell you
The bloody legend