Under the rain and under the Sun,
the daisy said no.
Under the rain and under the Sun,
the daisy said no.
Under the rain and under the Sun,
beautiful and immobile the two
They promised not to grow.
I do not know why, he convinced me.
It does so much of that.
The Moon came down and spoke to him:
to return, the condition
is that you have to transform into a wave
and do not leave your shore alone,
not even a moment.
But the ambition could:
he wanted to caress the moon;
She, be pink and poppy.
And waiting for a visit,
I unfolded daisies.
Years passed and she withered
defoliating fantasies
The boy grew older.
They have not seen him in his life
The daisy said no.
The daisy said no.
Years passed and she withered
defoliating fantasies
The boy grew older.
They have never seen each other in life
The daisy said no.
The daisy said no.
Under the rain and under the Sun,
the daisy said no.
Under the rain and under the Sun,
the daisy said no.
If you go down, Luna, listen to me, listen to you this time:
To return, the condition
is that we learn to grow,
without passion expires,
although I do not regret it.
Without us winning the ambition.
I wanted to caress the Moon
and she be pink and poppy.
And, waiting for a visit, again,
She unfolded daisies.
Years passed and she withered
defoliating fantasies
The boy grew older.
They have never seen each other in life
The daisy said no.
The daisy said no.
Years passed and she withered
defoliating fantasies
The boy grew older.
They have never seen each other in life
The daisy said no.
The daisy said no.
Under the rain and under the Sun,
the daisy said no.
Under the rain and under the Sun,
the daisy said no.
How strange is this about love,
Why do they ask a flower?
Under the rain and under the Sun,
the daisy said no
Only among all we can make this a better place :)