Come on, yo
light up a candle with a scent of tangerines.
Tangerines are the finery of my beautiful garden,
which have grown from some lemonade tears.
Come on , yo
Light me up with fever of words and these sweet compliments.
Name me Maple, Name me Marmalade
That's from I've been created,
Not from soil nor from aqua like the other human beings.
Come on, yo
Come on, the guardian of the adoration muse
Warm me up with a silky cocoon
engraved with edelweiss —— sewn by butterflies,
That fed on the nutrients of my garden berries.
And by my chants, they dance above the eagles’ aeries
Come on, yo Turn the witch-hazel into a cure
That can heal the scars of my shattered, shredded cœur.
Mix the rosmarinus and the clove too,
If you want a scent that plays on your senses, & to let the home smell like a lawn
And to let these relentless wars sooth
Where they flamed between your heartbeats and your mind oscillations,
And were born from that harsh thoughtfulness of night solitude
That has no limits and no rules.
O my dear, sweet botanist,
You know how to make everything from herbs and fruits.
From love and dreams you reaped the seeds of the revival grove
And finally, Know, that I’ll have my cake, and I’ll eat it too.
I’ll have anything I used to seek and run for.
Come on, yo, light up the hall
With candlestick columns made of amethyst and wax hung on the walls
Let us unleash their purple blaze and to glisten all over the hall.
Forever, till our eyes are purpled with amazement of that artistic view.
Forever, Forever, Forever
The spring angels bless us with the charm of youth.
