In a city by the sea with mermaids, castles and the queen herself, waiting or the spring
and what it could bring along. Everything was light and clear: an April sun in April sky,
and someone with immense amounts of love inside
Iris the first flower of spring
She was a bird, she was the wind
Like a real angel but without wings
I could have held her in my palms
´cause she was the tiniest of them all
But her heart would grow much greater than mine
Stars were sent to guard the little one now making sounds with her small lungs. If only
I´d been close enough to hear her breathe... Everything was light and clear: an April sun
in April sky, and someone with immense amounts of love inside
Iris the first flower of spring
She was a bird, she was the wind
Like a real angel but without wings
I could have held her in my palms
´cause she was the tiniest of them all
But her heart would grow much greater than mine
Into the most wide open arms ever seen
We hold on so tightly to our favourite queen
