A bunch of red,
In snow blows,
Drunck is the night,
The night of the rose.
Love is stinging,
Only the heart knows.
When lips are touching,
You feel the rose.
Tell me you betrayed,
The fate itself chose.
Lonely shall I be,
Still the proud rose.
You've come back,
With your woes.
Stung by the cactus,
Remind you of the rose.
Mountain as before,
Water still flows.
Don't miss the Spring,
Court with the rose!
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