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And they will come, confusing their charms...
And they will come, mistaking their charms,
hummingbirds and cute butterflies
to find the livelihood of his life
in the honey of my fragrant flowers.
How joyful will life be, then,
when I can offer my friend pollen
to living beings so beautiful and innocent,
sweet food and protective shelter!
Oh land that feeds my roots!
Getting away from you is my lively desire.
Elevate me, give flowers, many flowers:
That is my mission and that is my heaven.
And just as they die without fear,
the men who were active, honest and good,
my mission accomplished... oh mother earth,
turned into dust I will return to your bosom.
by Vicenta Castro Cambon
ELVION, Mirage (71, 150, 32) - Moderado
And they will come, confusing their charms...
And they will come, mistaking their charms,
hummingbirds and cute butterflies
to find the livelihood of his life
in the honey of my fragrant flowers.
How joyful will life be, then,
when I can offer my friend pollen
to living beings so beautiful and innocent,
sweet food and protective shelter!
Oh land that feeds my roots!
Getting away from you is my lively desire.
Elevate me, give flowers, many flowers:
That is my mission and that is my heaven.
And just as they die without fear,
the men who were active, honest and good,
my mission accomplished... oh mother earth,
turned into dust I will return to your bosom.
by Vicenta Castro Cambon
ELVION, Mirage (71, 150, 32) - Moderado