They Call Her Blossom - Philter, Miriam Vaga

They call her Blossom

They call her winterstorm

They call her blade sharp

They call her soft, and silky

Like a rock, to the ground, she falls hard, harder then them all

Like a colourful butterfly, she flies high, higher then them all

They call her winterstorm

When someone’s hurting, she will be the one, crying the most

When someone’s happy, she will be the one, dancing the wildest dance

She’ll be the one dancing

She’ll be the one dancing

She’ll be the one dancing the wildest dance

She’ll be the one dancing

Be the one dancing

Be the one dancing the wildest dance

They call her Blossom

They call her winterstorm

They call her blade sharp

They call her soft, and silky