Somewhere there, in the land of flowers, for many long years
He sought people's love and the secret of their music.
Like the wind he was free.
He sung about what he loved.
He wrote aslant on the walls: "Love will save the world",
His house was flung wide open for the winds,
And as the wind he was free.
He sung about what he loved.
It became cold in the land of flowers,
There, where gold is cheaper than words.
Many years passed since those times, now all is changed,
And what he derided is his normal life.
But at one time he was free.
He sung about what he loved.
It became cold in the land of flowers,
There, where gold is cheaper than words.
It became cold in the land of flowers,
There, where gold is cheaper than words.