When there is no where to refuge... War is coming closer. 

Who is doing this to us?   

A war is being created by us. I can't stand my family. I can't stand the dog barking. I can't stand... ME.

Why?

The flowers of peace are falling from the skies,
and our eyes with such whiteness become blind.

I can't understand others,
while I don't understand myself.

The flowers of peace reach earth,
and they dance around our feet.  

I can't see them,
while I don't see myself.

The flowers of peace pull softly my pants, 
and they ask me for a favor.

I can't listen them, 
while I don't listen myself.

What did they whisper?

I can't understand others,
while I don't understand myself.

The flowers of peace are near me
until I kiss the tree that gave birth to us,
and I become a flower... 

I become a flower of peace. 
I fall from the skies to live with you,
until... We become flowers.

We become flowers of peace.