Beautiful hands and you study French
You write poems, you do everything well
You were born an artist, I know that
Sign down here and you'll see
A life with no name, a heap of dreams
A blurry photo, a flower without scent
Think about what you're going to spend
All that money that you're going to earn
You don't know how much I admire you
I applaud you, I look at you and I listen too
Never forget who helped you
Who was with you, who taught you
Don't let anyone as they pass
Look you in the eyes, you must command
A life with no name, a heap of dreams
A blurry photo, a flower without scent
A life with no name, a heap of dreams
A blurry photo, a flower without scent
A life with no name, a heap of dreams
A blurry photo, a flower without scent
A flower without scent, a flower without color