A salvia bud
Is about to become a flower now…
La la la la la la la la la la la la
We are the gifted one!
I’ve come to have the same unconscious mannerisms as my mother
And at some point, I’ve started talking like my father
It makes me feel kind of funny
It tickles me, and I unconsciously try to resist it
The two faces in the mirror
Tell me who I am
And a sudden feeling washes over me
And I feel s strange love for myself
At some point I’ve become nostalgic
For your scoldings, and your angry faces, and your smiles
Yes, we were given life
So we could live it to the full…
A salvia bud
Is about to become a flower now…
A little bud born between its mum and dad
Is now about to open up into a flower, with all its strength
A miracle encounter, a bond we couldn’t break if we tried
We grow up with the bond between parent and child in our hearts
Feeling the joy of being born
We are the gifted one!
A bud that was born amid the love of family
Has written a song full of gratitude
From the bottom of his heart
Even if we’re apart, my feelings will reach you
From my parents I have inherited the will not to give up
“Fuck if I’m giving up!!” I say as I kick at the dirt
Eventually those fruits will bear fruit of their own
I always show my fair-weather self, so look out for me
I grew right up in the gap between
Dad who didn’t let me get away with anything, and Mum who did
I learned kindness and strength from my parents
A love song from your kid!
A salvia bud
Is about to become a flower now…
A little bud born between its mum and dad
Is now about to open up into a flower, with all its strength
A miracle encounter, a bond we couldn’t break if we tried
We grow up with the bond between parent and child in our hearts
Feeling the joy of being born
We are the gifted one!
I’ll never give up on anything in my life
Even if the wind blows hard against me, causing me to sway
Not everything’s easy, that’s to test me
I know I can get through those hurdles
Everything I get through will make me stronger
My thick trunk puts down deep roots
We are gifted one, the chosen ones
You are our treasures
A salvia bud
Is about to become a flower now…
A little bud born between its mum and dad
Is now about to open up into a flower, with all its strength
A miracle encounter, a bond we couldn’t break if we tried
We grow up with the bond between parent and child in our hearts
Feeling the joy of being born
We are the gifted one!
A salvia bud
Is about to become a flower now…
A little bud born between its mum and dad
Is now about to open up into a flower, with all its strength
A miracle encounter, a bond we couldn’t break if we tried
We grow up with the bond between parent and child in our hearts
Feeling the joy of being born
We are the gifted one!
La la la la la la la la la la la la
We are the gifted one!
