
Can you write a flower?
Have you ever done so?
Well it isn’t possible.
Writing a flower,
Is only possible for God who is the supreme one,
And it is his grace which can make it happen.
Adios!

Can you write a flower?
Have you ever done so?
Well it isn’t possible.
Writing a flower,
Is only possible for God who is the supreme one,
And it is his grace which can make it happen.
Adios!

A fun capade,
Was had on a day.
To be happy,
As a spray.
It was to be all cherished,
And all fun,
A fun capade,
Was missed by none.
It took great strength to arrange one,
And a huge fun and joy to be in such beautifully arranged one.
Adios!
A charm worked its magic.
It brought good blessings,
And happiness.
A charm worked its magic,
It sang the words of truth,
Did the dance of wriggle.
A charm worked its magic,
But it was hidden from the common beings.
And thus, it remained hidden.
Adios!

Isn’t it a piece of cake?
To say hi to one’s beloved.
To rock the cradle,
To say morning to the night.
To say how do you do?
To reach the moon,
And to dream of the stars?
Isn’t it?
Isn’t it a piece of cake?
Easy to avoid truth?
To go round and round,
Yet to mislead?
Isn’t it a piece of cake?
To love someone.
Or not.
Isn’t it?
Adios!

A ticket to Spain
Has rocked my feelings.
From La Nina to El Nino,
It ain’t going to rain.
A ticket to Spain,
Has been bought with the money of thoughts,
As soon as flight takes off,
It will be venturing into the land of my dreams,
We will go straight to the Tomatino festival,
Before saying “Hola” to my friend,
Whom I have longed to see for eons.
And it is good to have things regained,
We will learn Spanish and be “Ole”,
To be world renowned.
Adios!