Flower born in a garden
Made of winter and glass
You, that grew up sad
Under a cold sunshine.
You, that wrongly believed
That love was sin
And so eagerly you tried
Hiding your charm.
Don't let time,
Oh, greenhouse flower
Pass and whither you away
Burning your dreams
Come with me and fly
Where the sun shines brighter.
You never heard
The fountain's murmur
Nor envied the flight
Of the lark, or its freedom.
You never felt the rain
Falling in your face
Nor the caresses of the wind
could take your pain away.
I don't want you to be
A greenhouse flower
I don't want you to die
Without having seen the sky
Come with me and fly
Where the sun shines brighter.
Come with me
I'll show you
The most beautiful thing
About love.