Do you want to buy a flower?
It looks good on you
Between the tables
Between the drinks
The woman who is tired of life
And a pained flower that resembles her
A woman who sells flowers

It’s past midnight
A girl enters a busy bar
Asking people to buy some flowers but no one answers
They just say what? what? and ignore her
Between the deep wrinkles that show signs of age
Fatigue is melted onto her face, which tries to smile
From here and there, she says
It’s alright, no it’s okay, to all the people who rejected her
Then one person asks her for a flower
A blue piece of paper is dancing and creates a small garden in this place

Do you want to buy a flower?
It looks good on you
Between the tables
Between the drinks
The woman who is tired of life
And a pained flower that resembles her
A woman who sells flowers

With the crumpled cash that she pushes in her pants pocket
With the basket that is as heavy as life
She goes back into the world
Quickly exiting the door
The cold wind makes her nose tingle
When tomorrow comes, no one will remember that flower
It will be thrown away on the floor

Do you want to buy a flower?
It looks good on you
Between the tables
Between the drinks
The woman who is tired of life
And a pained flower that resembles her
A woman who sells flowers

The dawn is coming
My eyes are sore from the morning sun
Are mornings this painful for her too?

The dawn is coming
My eyes are sore from the morning sun
Are mornings this painful for her too?

The dawn is coming
My eyes are sore from the morning sun
Are mornings this painful for her too?