Etienne Lopa - Botanique Lyrics

There's something about Sunday mornings
Walking back from your place to mine
Painting walls, making love, and singing
Mid-season breeze, busy streets by noon
Paris scooped me up like ice cream on a spoon

Żyję jak we śnie, nic nie jest przeciwko mnie
Cała przyszłość naprzeciwko mnie
Stary Taco leci, słońce świeci
Początek lata, a może jesieni
Marmurowa płyta, marmurowe ściany, marmurowy stół
Pomiędzy Polską, a Paryżem jakby kilometra pół

I'm so happy I don't even have to write about it
Found the perfect sound, don't even have to write it down
In the same bun since the morning
Watching Summer take up Spring
City style, so effortless
Looking pretty, though a mess

Smell of bread and pastries
Been feeling so in touch with myself lately
Counting blessings and alignments
Seeing everything through a green colored lens

Yes

Not pink, but green

Like plants, on the cover of a magazine
In a garden, like scented leaves of a tangerine
Or in this case - the brown wood on the cover of
Botanique

Plants, pressed on vinyl, spinning in the corner of my room
Plants singing, as they'll bloom and decorate my place soon

Green, like the door of my building, the emerald flooring underneath my feet
Green, like the dreams that have been filling my head since 2018

Here I am, singing to you
For a second I thought this record wouldn't come true
Now I'm so inspired, dizzy with images and sounds
I've been here this whole time, I've been there for a while
I've been everywhere
I've been lost
And I've been found