文本歌词

Place at its finest
In July they came
And met in August
For flowers they were named
They stayed and dwelt in September
Bathing in the sun,O Sway,she let down her guard
Grow,grow,lurking datura
Feeding up Rosemary she couldn’t let go of discard
Night and night,tuberose rebelled the light
Down and down,fell into addiction and took delight
Time and time,behind the curtain he hid
Till that came into sight
Place at its finest,Bélóstáin
Where passionate vines often chase the butterflies
A place with fragrances,Bélóstáin
And now to dust the flower has returned