I am a black flower bossomed in a harsh storm
Rounded by the walls constructed with pains
Served to atrocious life like a food served to prisoners
Made contracts with satan over the control of my life
Lost all I had along with the little happiness you granted me
Earned nothing that no one would ever wanted to have
And gave all that everyone dreamed of having for one moment…
Me ? A black flower bossomed in a harsh storm
The last word of a crippled boy, with blackish dreams
A home, a garden and a wife in the hands of freedom
Free of opression, sorrow, pain and yearning to my home
Moving the whole bulk of the volcanos and hot
Spreading fires and burning every dream that come closer
Me ?
A black flower bossomed in a harsh storm
I am a black flower…
Rounded by the walls constructed with pains
Served to atrocious life like a food served to prisoners
Made contracts with satan over the control of my life
Lost all I had along with the little happiness you granted me
Earned nothing that no one would ever wanted to have
And gave all that everyone dreamed of having for one moment…
Me ? A black flower bossomed in a harsh storm
The last word of a crippled boy, with blackish dreams
A home, a garden and a wife in the hands of freedom
Free of opression, sorrow, pain and yearning to my home
Moving the whole bulk of the volcanos and hot
Spreading fires and burning every dream that come closer
Me ?
A black flower bossomed in a harsh storm
I am a black flower…