I die in pieces
when I hug you
And I know you won't be back
Like a rose
Sad and vain
When love is gone
That roses are made to die
When they are spread on the floor, nobody wants them
No-one deserves
Do you forget
That I always took care of you
And the open sky,
Knows for sure
The reasons I don't know
That roses are made to die
When they are spread on the floor, nobody wants them.
You well know that I can't wait
Each turn is a thorn that falls,
And you, who are going once again, forever.
Oh my love, who knows what I cried for you,
If roses are made to die,
When they are spread on the floor, where are they going?
Who will they be?
Someday I will lie to forgive you
Oh my love, who knows what I cried for you