Before the flowers
You wouldn't even recognize the sky
Almost everything died in the fires
With a few lucky ones barely getting by
Before the borders
Mother goddess sang a lullaby
Go to sleep my little babies
You're gonna have a lot of difficult times
If you don't treat me like a lady
Won't be the apple of my eye
Won't be the apple of my eye
Won't be the apple of my eye
Before the flowers
Nature was your only alibi
It's going dark in a few short hours
You don't even have to try
You don't even have to try
Don't even have to try
Go to sleep my little babies
You're gonna have a lot of difficult times
If you don't treat me like a lady
Won't be the apple of my eye
Won't be the apple of my eye
Won't be the apple of my eye
