[Beatboxing]

Lilacs and perfume laces and linens
The touch of a silken scarf on his head
Late in the evening when everyone’s sleeping
He stands in the mirror and holds out his hands

Standing before him is a beautiful woman
Sharing his heartbeat, his almond-shaped eyes
His lips are a palette, his body a canvas
These are the moments this rose comes to life

These are the moments, thesе are the moments
This rosе comes to life
These are the moments, these are the moments
This rose comes to life
These are the moments, these are the moments
This rose comes to life
These are the moments, these are the moments
This rose comes to life, this rose comes to life

Sometimes he dreams of red roses in summer
Imagines his wife like a child in the sun
She says dear peter, I’ll now call you petra
As Petra’s the true name of the one that I love

And when he awakens he still tastes the summer
Smells of daisies she braided like beads in his hair
Can’t tell her today, but we’ll tell her tomorrow
For now, it’s the hum of new hope in the air

These are the moments, these are the moments
This rose comes to life
These are the moments, these are the moments
This rose comes to life
These are the moments, these are the moments
This rose comes to life
These are the moments, these are the moments
This rose comes to life, this rose comes to life