My heart is a garden:

Both enclosed and open. 

With a treehouse and a fountain, 

Shadows, and light comin' in. 

No, I wouldn't let nobody in, 

But cats and birds:

They ain't carin', 

They just keep on come-n'-goin'. 

They chirp and they fly, 

Take a nap, meow, 

Makin' this lil' place

More bright and alive...

But the gate is closed.

There, you can't come in.

That treehouse is just mine to chill in, 

And no, you can't touch my dear fountain!

Someone before you 

Hit it, while breaking in...

It is cracked still,

Needs some more fixing... n'

I'm not gonna let you touch my roses! 

Their white and red beauty hides the bruises

I still have from falling once way too hard... 

I have to protect, my garden-heart! 

Or, do I? 

I ask myself as I see birds fly by... 

You seem to be one of them - don't know how or why -

I just thank God every day that you make me smile.

Virágai a Holdnak

Ahogy meglátod az ezüst teliholdat,
Egy helyen ekkor virágok nyílnak.
Virágai csodáknak, és végzet virágai:
Nyílnak reményvesztetteknek, s kik világ bolondjai.

Nem a bátornak, sem a bölcsnek,
S nem gyengének, aki megalkudna,
Hanem annak, kinek vesztesége terhe,
Annak, ki tenne, hogy szerető szívét gyógyítsa.

Virágai csodáknak, virágai elmúlásnak
Egy hold alatt neked nyugalmat adhatnak
Eltörölhetik az összes fájdalmad
Vagy ha varázsuk kevés, a sírnak átadnak.

Flowers of the moon

Just as you see the full silver moon
That’s when flowers start to bloom.
Flowers of miracles and flowers of doom
These for the hopeless those for the fool.

None for the fearless, none for the wise,
None for the weak who would compromise
But for the ones whose burden is loss
For those who’d do anything to change this cause.

Flowers of miracles, flowers of doom
Their magic can give you peace in one moon.
They can set you free from all the pain
Or can end you, this to be your gain.