I have the key for a secret yard
In which my heart lies
I hid it
I keep the door closed
Yes closed
Every flower
And every bunch
Of roses
Do not touch
It is so fragile
Touching the roses
Barely bloomed
I would go to the other side of things
So as to steal the scent of the roses
I dreamt
Of erasing the grey that time leaves
Dreamt
Behing closed eyes
Under the ivy
At the heart of heathers and brambles
Brambles
Are hiding
Beneath stones
The answers
I would go to the other side of the world
So as to see if words become mixed up
I dreamt
Of passing to the other side of the shade
And of being answered by voices
I would like to go to the other side of things
I dreamt of erasing the colours that time leaves
Of roses
I have the key for a secret yard
In which my heart lies
I hid it
I keep the door closed
Yes closed
I would go to the other side of things
So as to steal the scent of the roses
I dreamt
Of erasing the grey that time leaves
Dreamt
Behing closed eyes