The Golden Flower
Angel, close your eyes
People tell us lies
Lies are all they know
Eyes recall halos
They won't believe us
They don't understand
The flower grows out of the hand
They can't come between us
And our summer land
People don't understand
Angel grows from the man
Man grows from himself
Into something else
They won't believe us
They don't understand
The flower grows out of the hand
They can't come between us
And our summer land
La Flor Dorada
Ángel, cierra tus ojos
La gente nos dice mentiras
Mentiras es todo lo que saben
Los ojos recuerdan halos
No nos creerán
No entienden
La flor crece de la mano
No pueden interponerse entre nosotros
Y nuestra tierra de verano
La gente no entiende
El ángel crece del hombre
El hombre crece de sí mismo
En algo más
No nos creerán
No entienden
La flor crece de la mano
No pueden interponerse entre nosotros
Y nuestra tierra de verano