Ah, ah, what a delight
Love, love in the morning glories

It's a charming room
Where a climbing plant
Insinuates its green stems
Through the half-open window
It makes our days more beautiful (more beautiful)
And the bed becomes a bower (bower)
Violet and violent flowers
Like those of budding loves

Ah, ah, what a delight
Love, love in the morning glories
Ah, ah, what a delight
Love, love in the morning glories

Our love follows the whims
Of flowers become accomplices
Who brush us with their petals
In vegetable caresses
If flowers have a language (language)
We decipher their message (message)
Of tender and disturbing perfume
Which says "Live in the moment"

Ah, ah, what a delight
Love, love in the morning glories
Ah, ah, what a delight
Love, love in the morning glories

Ah, ah, what a delight
Love, love in the morning glories
Ah, ah, what a delight
Love, love in the morning glories

Mornings, mid-days have passed
And the flowers are going to fade
Soon the night will come
Sweet as a memory
What does it matter if everything passes (everything passes)
If everything fades and erases (erases)
I keep a bouquet in my heart
Made of a man and a flower

Ah, ah, what a delight
Love, love in the morning glories
Ah, ah, what a delight
Love, love in the morning glories

Ah, ah, what a delight
Love, love in the morning glories
Ah, ah, what a delight
Love, love in the morning glories

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