There are places troubled and poor in the whole
world
People cry for our help but nobody would like to go
And only suddenly fair like a message of God
Among those poor grounds beautiful flowers grow:
Flowers don’t know the bad and good
Comforts and prestige they don’t know
They grow in every country, in every neighbourhood
On stones and on sands the Flowers grow.
People like to create and compare brands
And according to taste they make divisions
And so they turned the earth into separate lands
And so they turned the truth into separate religions
But Flowers don’t know the bad and good,
Comforts and prestige they don’t know,
They grow in every country, in every neighbourhood
On stones and on sands the Flowers grow.
And if we go all out and listen to our hearts
We’ll see that each person around is our sister or brother
We will feel that the earth is the whole and we’re only a part
And so we will not judge, but we will love each other
For Flowers don’t know the bad and good,
Comforts and prestige they don’t know,
They grow in every country, in every neighbourhood
And lets wish that in our hearts these Flowers grow.
