Love is that murmur, that reaches the ears of those who can hear, Love is that murmur, that reaches the ears of those who can hear,

Every dust utters your name, Every breeze that blows, Every dust utters your name, Every breeze that blows,

They are not laughing flowers, Those who come to murmur... They are not laughing flowers, Those who come to murmur...

I see them on a sunny dawn Moving in chatter like the western wind I see them on a sunny dawn Moving in chatter like the western wind

Or for a tomorrow vibrant and glorious? Or for a tomorrow vibrant and glorious?