I will make my house
of rice grains,
of rice grains,
sun crystals,
wooden tables,
windows of light,
everything seems to melt into a rose.
A garden of violets
and acrylics of sky,
a dog playing
with a black cat,
and the
yellow dog
to make me a pillow.
Everything seems to melt into a rose.
Everything seems to
melt into a rose.
There is a violin,
there is a child with blue eyes,
who plays a tambourine,
and a red hen starts singing.
And
everything seems to melt into a rose.
Everything seems to melt into a rose.
