How beautiful is love! How beautiful is love! I reach for a flower on the wall of strangers And I stumble upon a new tomb Put your flower here They've killed me before the smell of the Flower on my infant's neck has started to spread Put your flower here I haven't got enough of the smell of my people Put your flower here And remain a stranger who loves Strangers, and remain a stranger who loves the poor Oh God, ooooh God How could the same flower suit love and funerals, Life and death, The birthdays of the gladiators and the tombs of the martyrs?