- THE GARDENER -
Tous droits réservés par Bilel BOUCHETA, 2005-2010

Can I tell you a secret
About some love you haven't felt yet
I am gifted to cultivate
Your heart

My hands gently penetrate
Into this earth your soul just hates
To plough and sow my ultimate
Love

It takes time, pain, patience and care
Strength, passion, caution and daring
Requires work, sweat, minute detail
Just let my hands dig over and over
Your secret garden

Can you feel ? Your flowers grow
Can you feel ? In your secret garden
Can you feel ? Your flowers grow

I heal your weeds
And turn them into
Beautiful seeds
That will turn into
Tulips and roses
That will grow in you
Like Love

Now can your heart germinate
Into a field of peace of quiet
All my efforts generate
A new love

Once you blossom, your new fate
Will be to share and perpetrate
All that your heart's accumulated
Your Love

It takes time, pain, patience and care
Strength, passion, caution and daring
Requires work, sweat, minute detail
Just let my hands dig over and over
Your secret garden

Can you feel ? Your flowers grow
Can you feel ? In your secret garden
Can you feel ? Your flowers grow

(The butterflies dance again)
(In your secret)
(Where my hands have contended)
(To kill the pain)
(The flowers soften your rage)
(To deliver the message)
(That Love has escaped its cage)
(To rule the world)

The flowers grow, the flowers grow
I'm the gardener

Can you feel ? Your flowers grow
Open your heart...
Can you feel ? In your secret garden
Open your soul...
Can you feel ? Your flowers grow
(Let me be the gardener of your love)
Your love, your love...
(Let me be the gardener of your love)
Open your heart and soul
To let the flowers grow

Can you trust me?