In the green morningI wanted to be a heart.a heart.
And in the ripe eveningI wanted to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.(Soul,turn oranged colored.
Soul, turn the color of love.)In the vivid morningI wanted to be myself.
A heart.
And at the evenings endI wanted to be my voiceA nightingale.
Soul,turn orange colored.
Soul,turn the color of love.
