Everything without love turns nothing.
No grass, no sky, not even name.
Everyone’s without love just passing
Through the path of own life or game.
Refrain.
But if you smell the fragrances of spring,
And if you dance without any tune,
And if the passersby see you to sing
It happens so the Love has come to you.
Everything without love seems flatly,
No smiles, no dreams, not even songs.
Everyone without love is randy.
Only lust and stiffs in boring tones.
Refrain.
But if your thoughts are off and moves are light
And if the sky is full of flying cranes,
And if your eyes like diamonds are bright,
So everything’s with you, Love is its name.
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