Cyclamen blooms, a gentle flame,
A flower of love, always the same.
Cyclamen, rise and glow,
Through the frost, your colors show.
Cyclamen, bright and free,
A symbol of hope for you and me.
Underneath the winter's chill,
Cyclamen blooms with steady will.
Petals dancing in the breeze,
Spreading warmth with gentle ease.
Feel the rhythm, hear the tune,
Cyclamen shines beneath the moon.
Step by step, the light will grow,
Cyclamen's magic starts to show.
Cyclamen, rise and glow,
Through the frost, your colors show.
Cyclamen, bright and free,
A symbol of hope for you and me.
Through the snow, your spirit stays,
Guiding hearts in endless ways.
Cyclamen blooms, the world takes flight,
Turning shadows into light.
Hear the whispers, soft and clear,
Cyclamen’s magic draws us near.
In your bloom, the future lies,
Bright and strong beneath the skies.
Cyclamen, rise and glow,
Through the frost, your colors show.
Cyclamen, bright and free,
A symbol of hope for you and me.
In the quiet, where dreams reside,
Cyclamen blooms with gentle pride.
Through the dark, your beauty glows,
Cyclamen’s love forever flows.
Cyclamen, rise and shine,
A beacon of hope through time divine.
Cyclamen, bold and bright,
Leading us to endless light!
Cyclamen blooms in the frost,
Proving that love is never lost.
Cyclamen! Let’s shine!
Cyclamen, a symbol so dear,
Filling our hearts with endless cheer.
Filling our hearts with endless cheer.
Cyclamen, bloom with grace,
Bringing love to every space.