Alfazema

Lavender
Through the gardens I run coming
Through the gardens I run laughing
And in the windows, white vases
Made of porcelain

They bring dead
All the yellow roses
All harvests from other eras
In the long course

Lavender
In the spring it starts to appear
Taking me to clean fields
Wrapping me in the paths
Where lavender

Made a smile
And made paradise descend
All the angels and their baskets
For the lavender harvests

Lavender
In the spring it starts to appear
Through the paths I go smiling
And in the windows, white vases
Where lavender

Made a smile
And turned into a paradise
All harvests from other eras
From the long course of lavender