You're lucky, you're doing well
But a poet once wrote
"All the fine things that we love
Eventually perish"
Yes, misfortune's coming at a fast pace
Soon you're seeing ghosts in broad daylight
Grey shadows at your window
But you know...
Roses are blossoming everywhere
Roses are blossoming everywhere
Roses are blossoming everywhere for you
You're young and think you know what it's all about
That thing people call "life"
See how they run, see them chase
After money
You don't want to be like them
Don't want to make the same mistakes
One day you're gonna laugh
At yourself...
Roses are blossoming everywhere
Roses are blossoming everywhere
Roses are blossoming everywhere for you
And you like to remember
Blossoming dreams of your youth
Your dreams were nothing but mirages
Swept away
You realize the little happiness you got
Is borne of a thousand compromises
Someone said: "There are no obligations!"
That's a lie!
It's the rose that counts
It's the rose that counts
It's the rose that counts for you
It's the rose that counts
It's the rose that counts
It's the rose that counts for you