Parfüm [English translation]

Hundreds of perfumes, dreams of flowers

Sweet, bitter, mellifluous forgetting

Rose and nerium in a thin little bottle, oh it numbs me

Myrrh and almond locked up in a small place, syringas, violas, secret little vials

Testing them in droplets, in sprays, it dazes me so

Now i'm throwing all of them out

I'm throwing my misshapen mirror away

I'm forming wings of my coat

Breath freely

Wind makes me fly, sun warms me up

Sometimes you cry out of wounded clouds

Whenever autumn is on fire, you make new dreams

In my heart sweetly, smokily, dizzyingly

Flies the smell of life

Magic of perfume, world of petals

Glowing of our desires, gliding of silks

Spice of the East, its silly little tale dazes me so

Now i'm throwing all of them out

I'm throwing my misshapen mirror away

I'm forming wings of my coat

Breath freely

Wind makes me fly, sun warms me up

Sometimes you cry out of wounded clouds

Whenever autumn is on fire, you make new dreams

In my heart sweetly, smokily, dizzyingly

Flies the smell of life

• Artist:Boggie
• Album:Boggie (2013)