✨💫Fleur: The Red in My Eyes | Fleur : Le Rouge dans Mes Yeux | 花：我眼中的那片紅

🐳BlueWhale✨

chamber folk, art-song, French chanson

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🦋Lyrics: BlueWhale 
🩵Music Arrangements: BlueWhale
🕊️Cover Art: Fabio Zanchetta 
📘Cover Video: Alleyg8er

All Lyrics & Music
Copyright © 2026 BlueWhale
All Rights Reserved

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[Instrumental Intro — felt piano, warm low cello, extremely subtle breathy accordion; intimate nocturnal garden atmosphere; introduce a fragile four-note descending cello motif; no percussion yet]

My red eyes,
branches and thorns on my face,
a red rose in my mouth,
my mountain shoulders,
light through leaves, backlit.

[Soft cello enters; very restrained brushed pulse]

You are the most beautiful flower
in my garden,
the unforgettable summer,
the most romantic city on earth.

[Very soft French sung echo, almost like a distant memory]
La plus belle fleur…

[Accordion appears for only a few breaths, then disappears]

A dangerous shadow follows beauty.

[French ghost echo, low and intimate]
Une ombre dangereuse…

You are the most beautiful flower,
yet unaware of how beautiful you are.

[Music thins; close-miked vocal, almost no accompaniment]

Until an irreversible evening
when the light went out
and the garden fell silent.

[Short distinctive cello solo — 8–12 seconds; fragile variation of the four-note motif, sorrowful but not dramatic]

You are the most beautiful flower,
yet you no longer smile,
no longer dance in the wind,
your petals turning slowly
toward the silence of time.

[Very soft French echo; sustained over the cello]
Le silence du temps…

[Brief silence]

You are the most beautiful flower
in my eyes.

[Almost bare voice and felt piano]

Now there is only red
in my eyes—
a summer that never faded,
a night that never ended,
a flower still blooming
in the dark.

[Music subtly opens; the smallest harmonic glow]

Dans l’obscurité…

[Very short instrumental passage — cello motif answered by a single breath of accordion, 6–8 seconds]

I am tending the same garden,
yet you are still the most beautiful flower
in my garden.

[Return of the four-note cello motif, warmer but incomplete]

That summer.
That night.
That red
in my eyes.

[Final French ghost layer — fully sung, extremely soft, never spoken]

Cet été-là.
Cette nuit-là.
Ce rouge…
dans mes yeux.

[Outro — incomplete four-note cello motif, sparse felt-piano notes, one final distant accordion breath; everything gradually recedes into natural room tone and silence; no abrupt ending]

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✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ 🦋Lyrics: BlueWhale 🩵Music Arrangements: BlueWhale 🕊️Cover Art: Fabio Zanchetta 📘Cover Video: Alleyg8er All Lyrics & Music Copyright © 2026 BlueWhale All Rights Reserved ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ [Instrumental Intro — felt piano, warm low cello, extremely subtle breathy accordion; intimate nocturnal garden atmosphere; introduce a fragile four-note descending cello motif; no percussion yet] My red eyes, branches and thorns on my face, a red rose in my mouth, my mountain shoulders, light through leaves, backlit. [Soft cello enters; very restrained brushed pulse] You are the most beautiful flower in my garden, the unforgettable summer, the most romantic city on earth. [Very soft French sung echo, almost like a distant memory] La plus belle fleur… [Accordion appears for only a few breaths, then disappears] A dangerous shadow follows beauty. [French ghost echo, low and intimate] Une ombre dangereuse… You are the most beautiful flower, yet unaware of how beautiful you are. [Music thins; close-miked vocal, almost no accompaniment] Until an irreversible evening when the light went out and the garden fell silent. [Short distinctive cello solo — 8–12 seconds; fragile variation of the four-note motif, sorrowful but not dramatic] You are the most beautiful flower, yet you no longer smile, no longer dance in the wind, your petals turning slowly toward the silence of time. [Very soft French echo; sustained over the cello] Le silence du temps… [Brief silence] You are the most beautiful flower in my eyes. [Almost bare voice and felt piano] Now there is only red in my eyes— a summer that never faded, a night that never ended, a flower still blooming in the dark. [Music subtly opens; the smallest harmonic glow] Dans l’obscurité… [Very short instrumental passage — cello motif answered by a single breath of accordion, 6–8 seconds] I am tending the same garden, yet you are still the most beautiful flower in my garden. [Return of the four-note cello motif, warmer but incomplete] That summer. That night. That red in my eyes. [Final French ghost layer — fully sung, extremely soft, never spoken] Cet été-là. Cette nuit-là. Ce rouge… dans mes yeux. [Outro — incomplete four-note cello motif, sparse felt-piano notes, one final distant accordion breath; everything gradually recedes into natural room tone and silence; no abrupt ending]

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