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Translation
The Flowers Were in Bloom*
In a tavern of a bygone London
where strangers would come to meet,
our voices brimming with joy rose from the shadows
and we listened to our hearts sing.
The flowers were in bloom,
we were ignorant of fear itself,
tomorrows tasted like honey,
your arm took hold of my arm,
your voice followed my voice,
we were young and had faith.
And then came the hazy days;
of strange rumors and tears,
so many moonless nights I spent
searching for the tavern in my heart.
Just like when the flowers were in bloom
when we lived without fear,
when every day tasted like honey,
your arm took hold of my arm,
your voice followed my voice,
we were young and had faith.
And tonight I'm standing at the door
of the tavern you'll no longer come to
and the song brought to me by the night;
my heart no longer recognizes it.
The flowers were in bloom,
we were ignorant of fear itself,
tomorrows tasted like honey,
your arm took hold of my arm,
your voice followed my voice,
we were young and had faith.
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*= lit. 'The time of the flowers'.